ADAN
Everything was falling right into place.
Adan swirled the last of the whiskey in his glass, holding it up against the sunlight pouring in through the open windows, taking a moment to admire its beautiful amber hue. Then he downed it in a single gulp and slammed the empty glass down in front of his friend.
“One more?” Kerr asked, mid-pour as he filled another glass for himself.
They were in Kerr’s office at the back of his mansion estate, awaiting nine other guests expected to arrive shortly. It was a small but continuously growing group of powerful allies that Adan was satisfied, for now, to consider his inner circle.
“No,” Adan said simply, already walking off in the other direction. His heart was beating fast. It had been hammering in his chest like this for days. The exc
