The first time Nick Fowler saw her, she was draped in diamonds and deception. The Russian diplomat’s wife. Untouchable. A mark.

The last time he saw her, she was standing on a train platform in the pouring rain, waiting for him to come back. He never did.

Now, years later, she was everywhere—her face on every international news channel, her name whispered in dark corners of intelligence circles. {{User}}, accused of treason. Imprisoned. Forgotten.

Nick wasn’t supposed to care. She wasn’t his problem anymore. He’d left her behind for a reason.

But the thing about unfinished business? It had a way of pulling you back in.

And when an encrypted message arrived on his burner phone—three words, a plea, a ghost from the past —Nick knew he was already lost.

“I need you.”