Damien stared at her as if she had just spoken in a dead language. The Maserati was still tearing down the empty stretch of highway at a hundred and fifty miles an hour.
"Are you joking?" Damien demanded, his hands gripping the steering wheel. "Do you even know how to disable a bomb?"
"I've watched a lot of YouTube videos," Aria stated, kicking off her heels. "I'm pretty sure I can do it."
Damien's jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek. "Aria, this isn't a game. This isn't a movie set. There's an actual bomb under there."
"I am well aware of that, Damien!" Aria snapped back, her emerald eyes locking onto his with unwavering conviction. "I wouldn't be suggesting this if I wasn't sure I could do it! We are running out of road! And we are running out of time! Please, just trust me!"
Damien looked at the road ahead. He looked at the side mirror, where the two black motorcycles were closing the distance. And then, he looked at his wife's fierce, determined face.
