A mix of exhaustion and anxiety weighed heavily on me as we pulled up to the farmhouse. Talon cut the engine and helped me off the bike, his strong arms steadying me as we made our way inside.
I headed straight for the kitchen, desperately needing something to calm my nerves. I pulled out a bottle of tequila from the cabinet and poured myself a generous glass, downing half of it in one gulp. The burn in my throat was a welcome distraction from the chaos in my mind.
Talon leaned against the doorframe, watching me with concern. “You okay, angel?”
I let out a sharp laugh. “Not really, no.” I took another sip of tequila, staring at the floor. He pushed off the doorframe and walked over to me, gently tilting my chin up to meet his gaze.
“Talk to me,” he said softly, his green eyes searching
