ADRIAN'S POVThe folder was still open on the bed, photographs scattered like evidence at a crime scene, and my hands were shaking so badly the papers rattled against my knuckles.Lucian hadn't moved. He sat there with blood drying on his cheek from the cut he'd reopened minutes ago, and even now, caught red-handed, his face held that same maddening calm that made me want to put my fist through it.Ariel stood between us with her fingers pressed to her mouth, staring at the burned warehouse photo like she was trying to convince herself it wasn't real."Three days," I said, and my voice came out lower than I meant it to, rougher. "For three days, I watched you fake a limp so she'd bring you soup. Three days I watched her hold your hand while my company burned to the ground because of you.""Adrian—"Ariel started, but I wasn't finished, and I couldn't stop even if I wanted to."You blackmailed a senator three weeks ago," I said, turning on Lucian now, my finger jabbing toward the phot
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