Chapter 77 How His Friends Betrayed Him

• Cain’s fingers trembled as he picked himself up from the floor. His face was a map of panic—ash-streaked, wet with sweat. He scraped a hand over his mouth and stared up at Logan with a new, raw kind of fear that only comes when a man finally understands how small his protections truly are.
• “Please,” Cain breathed, voice thin. “Take my life. Take everything. I—” He swallowed. “I’ll tell you. Take whatever you want. Spare me.”
• Logan’s expression didn’t change. He met Cain’s plea with the same cold economy he used on ledgers and enemies. “I don’t need your life,” he said quietly. “I only need the video.”