Talon’s POV

After I put away the last pile of files for the day, I sank into the chair by my desk and stared out at the pouring rain. My thoughts wandered.

The conversation with Ethan hadn’t gone as I’d hoped.

I had tried—again and again—to get him to reconsider, but he was more adamant than ever. The plan was moving forward.

He could deny it all he wanted, but I knew he cared about Rosalie.

I just needed to find a way to make him see it.

I had to do something.

“Talon!”

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