I stared at Adrian across the dining table, watching his mask of composure crumbling. Conrad sat trembling nearby, the shattered water pitcher still in pieces at his feet.
"I know you're not Aidan Ortega," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "The real question is, who exactly are you, Adrian Bauer?"
Adrian's eyes darted between me and the exits. His fingers twitched slightly, clearly itching to reach for a weapon.
"You've failed three times to kill me tonight," I continued, rising slowly from my chair. "I think I deserve to know why."
Adrian's lips curved into a cold smile. "Very perceptive, Liam Knight. I must say, you've exceeded my expectations. Most men would be dead by now."
"Most men aren't me." I moved away from the table, positioning myself between Adrian and the door. "Tell me, how long have you been masquerading as Aidan Ortega? Weeks? Months?"
A flicker of surprise crossed his face.
