Talon didn’t answer right away, his jaw tightening as he stared at the wall. I could feel the shift in him — the way his body went rigid, the way the warmth of moments ago evaporated like smoke. My fingers brushed his arm, trying to pull him back to me, but he was already slipping away. “It’s okay, angel. I just need to take care of something,” he said finally, his voice low and clipped. He stood from the bed and reached for his jeans. The tattoos on his back seemed darker somehow, like they were a map of the storm brewing inside him. I sat up, my heart pounding in my chest. “Talon,” I said softly, “who was the text from?” He paused, his hands stilling on the buckle of his belt. For a moment, I thought he might turn around, might let me in. But instead, he straightened, his shoulders tense as he grabbed his shirt from
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