“I’ll f*****g end both of them,” Talon growled, his palms slamming down on the table.
“I’ll assist,” Jake said, clearly fuming.
My gaze flickered between the two of them, taking another sip from my mug. “No need, I already did.”
They gaped at me. Talon’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching as though the words had physically struck him.
Jake stood up from the table, eyes widening in disbelief. “I mean, you are wearing a lot of blood that doesn’t appear to be yours, so we really should have figured…”
“Angel,” Talon said slowly, his words low and cautious, like he was testing the weight of them. “What exactly happened in that warehouse?”
I set my mug down, my hands trembling faintly as I met his gaze. The warmth of the coffee was still in my palms, but it did little to chase away the chill
