Chapter 125

Slade's POV.

I did see changes in her.

Not just surface-level shifts, not a new hairstyle or a different way of holding herself, but something deeper, almost subterranean. A quiet, dangerous tightening around her eyes that I hadn't noticed before, or perhaps, I hadn't let myself notice.

She wasn't yelling. She wasn't throwing things. The confrontation she'd just launched with that simple, loaded question—“What have you been up to at work?”—was delivered with a surgical ...