“They need a confession, or they need a direct threat captured in real-time.”

“What are you going to do?” I asked, a knot of dread forming in my stomach.

Adrian reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, circular metallic disc.

It was no larger than a button, with a tiny red LED light that was currently dark.

“This is a high-frequency transmitter,” Adrian said.

“I am going to Salvatore’s estate tonight.”

“I am going to pretend that I have agreed to his terms.”

“I will tell him I will marry Camille and sign the merger.”

My breath caught in my throat. “Adrian, no. He will know you’re lying.”

“He expects me to fight him,” Adrian said. “But he also thinks he still holds all the cards.”

“He doesn’t know Isabella rescued you.”

“I will wear this transmitter under my collar.”

“It will broadcast the entire conversation directly to a federal task force waiting outside the gates.”

“The moment Salvatore admits to threatening my family to force the signature, they will have him on tape.”

“They will storm the estate and arrest him on the spot.”