Chapter 183 Tethered By Fury

• The room fell silent the instant Bishop froze mid-keystroke, the pale blue glow of his monitor reflecting in his eyes. His posture sharpened, jaw clenching, tension radiating through the space like static.
• Knox’s voice was low, deadly. “What is it?”
• Bishop didn’t answer right away. His fingers danced over the keyboard, pulling an image into sharp focus. When he finally turned the monitor toward them, the air shifted.