Chapter 105

Slade's POV.

I sat back in the shadow of my office, the chair leather creaking slightly under the sudden shift in weight.

A single, heavy file lay on the desk, sealed with the insignia of the correctional facility—now a monument to failure.

Jayden.

His name tasted like ash.

I had always accounted for him being clever, resourceful, even possessing a terrifying latent potential, but breaking himself out of the most secure subterranean prison this side of the ...