Chapter 40

Talon’s POV After I put away the last pile of files for the day, I sank into the chair by my desk and stared out at the pouring rain. My thoughts wandered. The conversation with Ethan hadn’t gone as I’d hoped. I had tried—again and again—to get him to reconsider, but he was more adamant than ever. The plan was moving forward. He could deny it all he wanted, but I knew he cared about Rosalie. I just needed to find a way to make him see it. I had to do something. “Talon!” Vicky’s voice rang from the other side of the door, followed by a sharp knock. I shot up and opened it quickly. She stormed in, clearly upset. “What’s wrong?” I asked immediately, on high alert. “Did something happen?” She didn’t answer at first—just stared at me with a mixture of fury and sorrow. I had a terrible feeling. “Is Rosalie okay?!” I pressed. She looked at me like I was a stranger. “Like you care,” she snapped coldly. “What?” Her words caught me off guard. Tears lined her eyes—Vicky never cried. Something ter