I woke a few hours later to the morning sun streaming through the window. Talon was still asleep, his chest rising and falling beneath my head.
I lay there for a minute, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. My fingers traced the tattoos on his chest, the images telling stories I wasn’t sure I’d ever fully understand. He stirred slightly, his arm tightening around me, but he didn’t wake.
Carefully, I slipped out of bed, not wanting to disturb him. The events of yesterday played in my mind like a reel — the bike ride to the overlook, the proposal, the confrontation with Caleb… The Reaper attack, the fear and adrenaline of last night, the way Talon had looked at me when he found me… Like I’d almost destroyed him.
That last part linge
