Chapter 69 Adam's Reckoning

• The bunker door exploded inward, hinges screaming. Adam filled the doorway, backlit by the sickly glow of emergency lights, his silhouette a jagged cutout of rage.
• Blood streaked his knuckles, his left eye swollen shut, and the hollows of his cheeks looked carved by a blade. His gun dangled empty in one hand, but it was the other that frightened me—clenched into a fist so tight his dog tags bit into his palm.
• Solo didn’t turn. He leaned against the steel desk, arms crossed, as if he’d been waiting. As if he’d *wanted* this.