Page 143 of Bishop's Queen

“Cut them!”

“We’d lose our connection. And I can’t magically make a jammer appear where there’s not already a device.”

Bishop couldn’t listen to the back and forth at HQ. His pulse tumbled in his throat. Sweat soaked his tuxedo shirt. How much longer would she have before whatever bullshit liner completely dissolved?

Jay stared at his phone. “Definitely some complaints about the use of the wordbabe.”

“And no complaints about the bombs?” Bishop spat. “Isn’t that interesting?”

Jay smirked.

“Ella, go,” Bishop calmly tried to urge.

“No.” Her hoarse voice damn near killed him.

“I love you, Ella, and I’m telling you, I need you to walk off this goddamn stage.” Sweat trickled down his neck. “Now.”

She sobbed. “Bishop, not without you.”

“Pleasedon’t move like that,” he begged. Sobbing and crying and shaking caused too much movement with an unstable compound on a device already lined with a chemical corrosive.

“Or else kaboom,” Jay whispered.

Bishop was going to murder the fucker.

Locke came to Ella’s side. “Come on, El. We need to do this.”

Hatred flashed in her eyes. “I hate you, Jay. Right this second, I’d rather die.”

Bishop growled, terrified as soon as her lips closed. “Goddamn it.”

“So be it.” The coldness in Jay’s voice had never been scarier.

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