Chapter 251

Ives Dean’s fingers moved swiftly along the bomb’s wiring. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the wires. My heart was in my throat as I watched. Instinctively, I gripped Rosalie Pope’s arm so tightly that my nails dug into her flesh. The countdown continued relentlessly: 01:20, 01:19…

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