Chapter Twenty
Talon
Talon waited until his father left his office before he entered, having pottered around in the corridor with one of his paintings, pretending to find the perfect place to hang it. The only attention his father gave him when he strode past was a look of disgust mingled with disappointment.
Seeing the office was empty he opened the door to the right of the entrance and stepped into the small room, lit only by a barred window, closing the door of the storage room behind him. An old desk, trunks, and several stacks of paper and books filled the barely used room. Talon headed straight for the desk, sliding open the bottom drawer, relieved to find the old key still there. He dropped it into his belt pouch, smiling slightly as he recalled the prank he and Marshall had plan
