Ella
The waiting is horrible.
I did exactly as Sinclair asked and followed the guards to the safe house, taking only a few essentials. We left our phones and technology behind, and then I was piled into the back of a car and hidden under a blanket just in case someone found a way to glimpse through the black out windows. We drove for more than half an hour, making all kinds of twists and turns. I’m sure some of it was just evasive driving to make sure we weren’t being followed, which worries me more than I’d like to admit.
As I lay there I realized that Sinclair must have been afraid that this attack might be used as a distraction for the Prince to make a move against me, and that possibility seems more and more likely the more I think about it. Hadn’t the Prince been planning a distr
