“A bomb?” I heard a female voice clearly through my comms unit. Princess Trinity, most likely. Other voices came through as well, hearing our conversation. “Get out of there!”
If Destiny could hear a pin drop in the other room, then she could hear her sister’s command, yet she paid her no attention.
“Mate, someone’s been killing people off one at a time. Crayden was the latest.”
I saw a shiver run through her, most likely as she envisioned coming upon his body.
“This bomb—” I pointed to the box. “It’s a step up. No muss, no fuss, but a big explosion with a big body count. The mastermind isn’t here, but he has been. Looks like he’s cleaning house. Completely. Adding you to the list will just be a bonus. We need to get out of here. Now.”
She shook her head.
“We need more intel. We need Morson alive,” she murmured, her voice close to my ear. Her breath fanned my neck, but this was not the time to even consider how it made me feel. “Two minutes to listen and get Morson. Then I’ll be out the nearest window or door. Are you in, or are you out, Nix?”
Fuck. She was right. If everyone in the room was worth killing off, we did need what we could get out of them before they were blown to bits. We couldn’t storm in, arrest them all, and get them all to talk. That would take much longer than five minutes.
Fuck. Fuck!
“Two minutes and we’re out of here. I will carry you out if I have to.” I might be allowing her to remain, but on my terms.
“You’re such a caveman.” She stroked her knuckles down my cheek as I often did to her.
She turned toward the door and I let her go.