Adam finished cooking the meat and portioned it neatly into the plastic containers. They were sealed, clean and anonymous.
If anyone saw it now, they would see nothing more than prepared food. No one would ever guess where it came from.
The scent filled the room, it was rich, savory, and heavy with spices. It was the kind of smell that made the stomach tighten and the mouth water, the kind that promised warmth and satisfaction with a single bite.
It did nothing for Adam.
He had no intention of eating it.
The reason he'd gone through all this trouble was simple. Adam had already told Vanessa that two of Henry's followers had been vaporized in the explosion. If rumors ever surfaced, rumors about him handling human corpses, about strange methods tied to his sudden rise in strength, they could spiral quickly.
