Talon
I woke up to morning light streaming through the blinds. My arms were still wrapped around Laura, and she was snoring lightly. I lay there for a minute, savoring the warmth of her body against mine, the soft rise and fall of her breathing. Her hair was a tangled mess spread across the pillow, and she smelled like s*x and lavender. I didn’t want to move. Didn’t wanna break the quiet peace of this moment.
But the weight of the world outside this room pressed in on me, sharp and unrelenting. The deal with Viktor, the club, the danger that seemed to follow me like a shadow. I glanced down at Laura again, her face soft and untroubled in sleep, and felt that familiar ache in my chest. The one that reminded me how much I had to lose.
I carefully slipped my arm out from under her, easing
