Chapter 114

Jaxon

I stood at the far end of my home office, arms crossed over my chest as I stared at the empty fireplace. No flames, no warmth, just cold stone and silence.

Talon leaned against the polished table, his eyes avoiding mine. He hadn’t spoken much since I summoned him, and that silence was more damning than any lie.

I turned to him slowly. “How long have you known?”

He didn’t answer immediately. His fingers drummed a slow rhythm against the wood. “Known what, ...