Chapter Six
Talon
Talon stared at a curved dagger. His hand tightened on the handle and he took a deep breath before he raised his gaze to the mirror he stood before. Wings rose around him and steeling himself, he reached back with the dagger, aiming for where his flesh became wing.
A pounding on his door froze his hand, the dagger less than an inch from his skin. He forced himself to ignore the pounding and took another deep breath.
“Talon!”
He closed his eyes and lowered the dagger. Marshall never gave up.
“Talon. Let me in.”
It took him a few minutes before he could retract his wings, the task not made easier by Marshall calling to him again and knocking on the door a couple of times. Returning his dagger to his boot, Talon scooped up his shirt and kicked the bandages under the b
