Slade didn’t believe in second chances.

Not for himself, anyway. He’d made peace with the blood on his hands, the enemies he’d left behind, and the concrete walls that now surrounded him. Fourteen feet high. Reinforced. Monitored around the clock. It didn’t matter—he wasn’t going anywhere.

Until she showed up.

The guards didn’t question her. No one really did. She walked in like the place owed her respect, heels echoing louder than the buzz of the security gate. She sat across the bulletproof glass, calm as ever, eyes locked on his like she could still see the man under the armor.

didn’t smile. He rarely did. But something in his chest shifted.

She was here.

And that meant he wasn’t forgotten.