Page 9 of Unmasked Prophecy

I swallow. “I appreciate him wanting to help. But it’s not his battle.”

“Too late for that.”

I close my eyes.

Great.

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The knock comes soft, but there’s weight behind it. I stay still on the bed, legs curled beneath me, the blanket wrapped around me as if it can somehow protect me from having to face Talon after this morning. I haven’t moved since I got back. Hell, for a moment, I actually considered running away. But where would I go?

Another knock. Then the door cracks open.

“You decent?”

Talon’s voice, thick and husky.

I don’t answer.

Talon steps inside anyway.

“I don’t think that matters,” I mutter.

He closes the door behind him. His eyes immediately zone in onto mine and I can’t read his expression. My comment was laced with sarcasm, but that doesn’t seem to bother him at all.

“Didn’t know you were in there,” he mutters. “I wouldn’t’ve walked in if I had.”

“Yeah, well, next time knock.”

More silence.

He folds his arms across his chest, leaning against the wall like he’s trying to hold himself back. “You gonna tell me who did that?”

“Nope.”

His jaw ticks.

“I’ll find out, you know that don’t you? Nobody gets away with doin’ that to someone. Not if I’m living and breathing.”

“Well, good luck.”

Silence stretches, thick and tight.

Then he pushes off the wall. “Get dressed. We’re going out.”

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