Jaxon

The afternoon flittered the glass as I pulled up to the office. A storm in the clouds, as if rain was about to fall, other than that, I could feel the pressure building, not just in the sky, but in my chest. Lucian had called me less than an hour ago. No explanation. No small talk. Just a clipped, “I’m at your office. We need to talk.”

Talon was waiting outside the entrance, arms folded, a shadow across his face. The second I stepped out of the car, ...