Laura
I woke up the next morning feeling groggy but surprisingly well-rested. Talon’s arm was draped over my waist, his breath warm on the back of my neck.
As the fog of sleep cleared, thoughts of yesterday came flooding in — confronting Craig, watching him get thrown into the back of an SUV, knowing he was likely dead by now… or at least wishing he was. A wave of emotions hit me - relief, guilt, anger, happiness. But mostly I felt an overwhelming sense of freedom. For the first time in years, I didn’t have to be afraid anymore.
I turned in Talon’s embrace to look at him. He was still asleep, his face peaceful. I studied his features — the strong line of his jaw, the growing length of his thick black beard, his long wispy eyelashes.
How could I have gotten so lucky?
As if sensing my
