Tiara's POV
The inside of the van reeked of sweat and blood. My nerves were shot to hell, but I kept my face blank as I watched Adrian. Something wasn't right. He'd been acting strange since we left the data center—jumpy, distracted. Every few minutes, he'd check his phone, his jaw tightening each time.
I caught Elijah's eye in the rearview mirror. He'd noticed it too.
"So nobody's gonna talk about how Costa tried to have Adrian killed?" I finally said, breaking the tense silence.
Michael winced as he pressed a cloth to his bleeding forehead. "We don't know that for sure."
"His man pulled a gun on Adrian with orders to make it look like an accident," I countered. "Seems pretty clear to me."
Adrian stared out the window, saying nothing. His knuckles were white around his phone.
"Adri
