Adrian's POV
He thought he held cards. Thought his secrets would protect him.
He was wrong.
"I'm not just asking about the racing club sabotage," I clarified.
"I want to know about the fortune teller you hired when I was twelve. About the assassination attempts in Clearwater Pack territory. About the mercenaries in Africa."
I paused, letting each accusation sink in. "Tell me who else was involved. Give me names."
Quinn's expression shifted—just slightly, but I caught it. Fear, flickering beneath the bravado.
Good.
"I came here knowing you'd probably kill me," he said finally. "But I also know you can't. Not without consequences."
"Is that so?"
"I have a Death Warrior's switch." Quinn's voice gained confidence as he played what he thought was his ace.
"Som
