POV: Lucian Voss

He looked at me like he didn’t know what to do with me.

Charles Blake’s eyes, glassy with tears, darted from his daughter’s face to mine and back again. His jaw twitched as he blinked down at the evidence resting in his shackled hands. And even though no words passed between us in that second, I understood exactly what was going through his head.

Why?

Why had I helped? Why now? Why, after all these years?

I didn’t look away.

I didn’t flinch.

I didn’t need him to like me. I just needed him to believe this wasn’t about debt or guilt or even Siena’s forgiveness. It...