Chapter 87

Slade's POV

I leaned back in the plush leather seat of my car, a wave of profound satisfaction washing over me.

The city lights blurred into streaks of colour outside, mirroring the whirlwind of emotions I'd navigated over the last twenty-four hours.

I looked over at Allison, who was resting her head against the window, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Who'd believe I'd be so proud of Allison? Fiercely, unbelievably proud.

Never did I expect things to turn out like this, a ...