Edward couldn’t get the image of Talia out of his mind. It was the middle of the night and he should have been resting his mind, but he couldn’t shake it.
It was no surprise that the woman would have been moody and quiet for the rest of the day after informing her of the changes in her life. But it was more than that.
Now that he thought about it, she had been jumpy, nervous and just off. It didn’t fit.
Edward sat up and leaned against his headboard. His gut told him he should have taken a leaf out of Lorenzo’s book and kept Talia in his room under his watch. But he had tried to not overwhelm her.
A moment passed as even his thoughts quieted. He could hear the wind outside his window blowing through the trees. The house was too large and well insulated to hear any internal sounds. Than
