TALON POV
Winged creatures chirped exterior the window, chasing each other through the early morning sun that gleamed through the takes off of the trees. The light shone on the scene,
freshening the colors and brightening the fowls as they frolicked.
Talon frowned at the see, taking another taste of exceptionally solid, sweet coffee. He might scarcely take note the delight of the waking day. He was as well frustrated.
Even in spite of the fact that he always battled it, tangible recollections of Cassie kept attacking his mind.
Not fair my mind.
It was as if she had cleared out engraves on his skin that would never blur. Imperceptible tattoos that checked the tracks of her fingertips. He shivered, taking a profound breath. He attempted to thrust the considerations absent, but they cam
