Talon’s chest heaved, blood dripping from his split knuckles. He didn’t take his eyes off Rook, who was slumped against the wall, gasping for air. The space between them was still charged like a live wire.
Jake’s hands were gentle but firm as he helped me to my feet. “You okay?” he asked, his gray eyes scanning me. I nodded, wincing as I brushed glass shards from my palms. My throat burned where Rook had choked me, and my arm throbbed from the punch I’d thrown, but I didn’t care. My focus was on Talon.
Talon ripped free from Dex and Norris, and when he finally spoke to Rook, his voice was guttural and dangerous. “You’re done. You touch her again and I’ll end you. Truce or no truce.”
Rook laughed, a wet, gurgling sound as he wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. “Big
