Chapter 342 – Bunker Life
- Ella
- Sinclair and I wake up late the next morning and frankly I’m grateful that everyone let us sleep in. We had to get up to feed Rafe, of course, but even with that? It’s the most sleep I’ve gotten in a long time.
- “Morning,” I murmur, turning over to Sinclair and slinging a leg up over his hip, feeling just…ridiculously relaxed for someone who fought off a pack of kidnappers in her bedroom yesterday.