C25 Deacon

I flash a wary look at the Doc in the corner, who turns a paler shade, his brow furrowing, etching his features into that of worry, and he casts an evasive look back at me. He darts a glance at Colton then back again to me, suddenly sheepish.

“It can’t be Deacon, right? It’s too early!” I point out while asking him to confirm, to calm my own sudden whirlwind of nerves