Jaxon
I stood at the far end of my home office, arms crossed over my chest as I stared at the empty fireplace. No flames, no warmth, just cold stone and silence.
Talon leaned against the polished table, his eyes avoiding mine. He hadn’t spoken much since I summoned him, and that silence was more damning than any lie.
I turned to him slowly. “How long have you known?”
He didn’t answer immediately. His fingers drummed a slow rhythm against the wood. “Known what, exactly?”
My voice dropped. “Don’t do that. Don’t play semantics with me.”
“I have to know what you’re talking about” He said.
“About kairo. Both his new business and movements” I replied tone sharp.
A pause. A long breath.
“I suspected,” he finally said, meeting my gaze. “Didn’t know. Not for sure.”
“Suspected what?” I pre
