Page 142 of High Treason
“Wasi needs a doctor.”
“The prince’s welfare comes first.”
All a force to be reckoned with, but none of them were in a position to prevent the bomb from going off once Kord or Monica put a bullet in Jafar’s head.
“I keep going over it in my head,” Kord said. “We don’t have a choice but to believe Prince Omar will do everything he can to stop Jafar from detonating the bomb.”
Ali’s voice rang over his earbud. “If we do nothing, the prince and all of us are killed.”
Lightning struck several yards away, followed by an explosion of thunder.
“Monica, we have to take Jafar out. Pray the prince is able to stop the bomb.”
He watched her put her earbud into place. “Ali, tell the others to take cover.”
“We’re here to support you,” he said.
“You’ll get yourself killed. Kord, I need to be higher up the track before I can take a shot. Cover me.”
He shielded his eyes in the blinding rain, barely able to make out her form. “You got it. Monica, the lightning is worse.”
“Hush. I need quiet. Do you like to ride horses?”
She hadn’t lost it, only calming herself. “Every chance I get.”
She crawled to an incline where the ride took a plunge, and he moved up too. “My parents have horses,” she said. “Promised Mom I’d visit over Memorial Day.”
“Can I come?”
“They will think we’re together.”
“We are.”
God, I’m new at this. But please take care of Monica.
“Jafar sees her,” Ali said.
Kord’s attention flew to the Ferris wheel. Jafar and Prince Omar struggled.
Monica took her shot.
Jafar’s head jerked back, and he slumped over the side of the gondola. The prince wrapped his own hand around Jafar’s left.
Thank You.
The rain beat harder.
Lightning flashed.
Thunder roared.
Prince Omar was alive.
KORD AND MONICA CLIMBED DOWNthe metal support beam to the ground. He couldn’t get to her fast enough. Knowing her, she’d have a gunshot wound and not tell him. He reached for her, and she fell into his embrace. Neither was concerned about anyone watching.
“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he said, his fingers weaving through her wet hair.
“I don’t want to scare myself like that again.” Her words were light, but she trembled. Her body shook with a cough.
