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His shit luck when he found out what was going on behind his back.

Karma was a bitch.

And this asshole was about to pay.

Eventually, with his life.

Chapter Nineteen

Hotel Room

Penthouse

Saturday

Late Afternoon

T he men were as calm as calm could be, and the whole time, Bishop wasn’t sure how they could be. They were about to go into the static and do something that could be incredibly dangerous. That scared the bejeezus out of her.

This was more than metaphysical sex.

This was the unknown.

This was about getting them back to this plane, after they wandered around in the static.

She’d never been in this situation before, but having to be the person who decided to pull the plug on a trip into the static…that was a new and scary role for her.

In fact, it was stressing her out.

That was saying a lot since she’d been shot at, beaten so badly she was on death’s door, and had years of being a cop.

Now, the fear was real.

But it appeared only for her.

The men were stripping out of their shirts, toeing off their shoes, and getting into position.

When her husband looked over at her, he knew what she was thinking.

“We’ll be okay.”

Oh, she hoped so.

“And if you’re not? I’m not Claire. I don’t know how to do this other than pull you apart. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to pull two rutting men apart.”

He reassured her.

“I really don’t think you’re going to notice anything different than us just meditating. Oracle reassured us it’s not something you’ll even notice.”

She hoped not.

“We got out just fine before. Just pull me away from Ridge if you think something bad is happening, like one of our noses begins bleeding, we start humping like unfixed dogs, or a seizure,” he offered, trying to make her laugh.

She stared wide eyed.

“You are not making me feel any better about this, Lucian.”

He pulled her down and gave her a kiss. When he broke it, Ridge touched her hand.

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