I woke up the next morning feeling sore but content, tangled in Talon’s arms. The events of last night came flooding back — the revelations about Craig, my decision to help with the plan… the deliciously feral s*x. A knot formed in my stomach with the uncertainty of what today might bring, but I pushed it down. This was my chance to finally take control.
I extracted myself from Talon’s sleeping form, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before heading quietly to the bathroom. As I waited for the shower to heat up, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the woman looking back at me. Gone was the battered, broken shell I had been just a few weeks ago. In her place stood someone stronger, with a wildfire behind her eyes.
When I padded back to the bedroom wrapped in a to
