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I finally bring my hands to Bishop, whose eyes are pained and hard on me. He shakes his head, his jaw clenched and his cheeks tight. He’s angry. I know that. They all are.
I run my thumbs over his cheeks, keeping eye contact. I’ll be fine.
He relaxes slightly.
“All right, I don’t have all night and we have work to do.” Veronica gestures to a black Range Rover. “Come on, Hecate. Let’s get you home.”