“I’m not going to kill you. But you will face justice. Your fate will be up to the council—and to God.” Bishop gestured with the pistol. “Put the cuffs on yourself. But you come to me, Sinclair. You don’t think I see what you’re doing? Make sure you skirt that weak spot right in front of me.” He gritted his teeth like it pained him to say it. “You wouldn’t want to fall in.” Despair filled him. Bishop hadn’t fallen for it, after all. Julian was out of plays. He had no plan, no way to get out of this.
