The penthouse door swung open just as dawn began bleeding pale gold across the skyline. Raven was already waiting, pacing barefoot in the living room, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. She’d heard Jaxon’s voice on the phone, low and lethal, but she hadn’t been allowed to go with him. Now, seeing him stride in with Talia leaning weakly against him, she exhaled a shaky breath she didn’t even realize she’d been holding.
Talia looked… wrecked. Not in the way bloodied fighters look wrecked, but in the way someone does after staring straight into hell and walking out alive. Her dark hair hung in limp waves, her face pale, her wide eyes scanning the room like a trapped animal. Raven crossed the space in three quick steps, catching her before she could stumble.
“Oh my God, Talia.” Rave
