As Agent Ramirez hauled him to his feet, Adrian’s face twisted into a mask of pure, venomous hatred.

He leaned toward me, his breath hot against my cheek.

“You think this is over, Clara?” he spat, his voice dropping to a terrifying, guttural whisper.

“You think you’ve won? I have a dead-man’s switch. There are files in my personal safe that will drag your father’s name through the mud forever. I’ll burn the Sterling Trust to the ground from my prison cell.”

He smiled, a bloody, desperate grimace.

“I’ll see you in hell, darling.”