Talon
The sun filtered in through the curtains, casting a pale glow over the room. Laura was asleep with her head on my arm. I watched her for a few minutes — the light bouncing off her blonde hair, the bruises forming on her pale skin. She looked so small, more fragile than I knew she was.
The past week had been agonizing for me. We’d gotten back to the clubhouse riding the high of triumph after the Reapers ambush, but when I found out she was missing, my whole f*****g world came crashing down. I thought I’d lost her.
My chest burned, thinking about those days and nights — the panic, the rage, the sheer f*****g helplessness. I’d torn through the city like a madman, calling in every favor, threatening anyone who might’ve known where she was. No leads.
And then, when I heard her voice o
