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added Lisa. Just as they finished dinner, the home phone rang. Paula answered it and summoned Gwen. "Hello, Gwen. I don't know if you remember me. I'm John Dixon, but I go by Johnnie Dee. I worked the Tim Archer benefit and you were 'the Lady in Red'. I've been asked to emcee a memorial tribute Saturday evening at the Church of Saints. It's that really big church over on Third Street.

Ley replied, shaking his head at remembering the taste. “You would know what tastes like war master?” shot out a sly voice, “You are as brave as they say to drink those types of tonics.” “Priest of no church snake, I mean Deacon, can I help you?” Ley replied, scowling when seeing Deacon walking around the corner with his usual entourage of guards. “For the help you could provide, I have these men” Deacon snarled, waving his hand to the burly guards that followed him, “My lord, how goes your training? I hope my gift is assisting the swordplay skills you already possess?”

“Because I’d also protect you at all costs, but what makes you think you could…” “Hurt you?” John interrupts and loudly scoffs. “You have no idea who the hell Devin Deacon is, do you? If he can’t physically take you down himself…which he can…but if he can’t he will have someone do it within minutes. He has connections all over the world. Every damn country and every damn state at home!” John’s wild eyes narrow as he looks over at all of us. “None of you have any true idea of who the hell Devin is do you?”

Deacon says. “Do you want to question her? My guy can be a little intimidating, and I’m not sure if that’s the best approach with this one,” Raff asks D. “Sure, I can remain impartial with her,” Deacon nods, and I admire his self-control. Deacon and Raff leave the room, and moments later we see them step into the room next door. The girl doesn’t react to them, just continues rocking and talking silently. “Hello, my name is Deacon Collins. I run an academy within the Grey realm for students aged 18 to 24. We provide accommodation, food, clothing and security. I’d love to offer you a place if you think it might be something that interests you,” D says softly.

I will make you mine again, just as I did so many years ago". Eliza turns deep crimson as she blushes and hurries out of the room to get our coats to attend morning mass. We arrive at St. Paul's holy Catholic church. "Good day, Mr. Eldridge, Mrs. Eldridge, how lovely to see you both this morning," said the Deacon. "Good morning Deacon Phillips, God has blessed this day indeed, the sunny weather is very pleasing"

He chuckled before extending his right hand to me, "I'm Deacon." I looked down at his hand and rolled my eyes while downing another shot, "Ivy." Deacon dropped his hand but kept his smile, "Actually, I'm a professor at Monterey Peninsula College. I teach art." "Good for you, Professor," I faked. "You have an aura about you," he studied, "You seem sad but angry. Strong, but cracked in some parts. Cold, but kind." "Any other words for what you think I am?" I growled.

Deacon reached over and took one of his brothers' drinks out of their hand and sipped, “much better.” His brothers do not dare to say a word against him. “See you on Sunday for the wedding,” Deacon said, standing up, grabbing the first girl that was smiling at him, and walking out of the dining room. “Prince Deacon, just a moment,” King Juno tried to stop him. “What?” Deacon looked back at King Juno. “Jessica is only eighteen and I think it will be best if you are engaged for a year or two first,” King Juno choked on his words, eager for Deacon to leave again.

He didn't look at the priest; he looked down at Rafael. "Thank you, soldier," Deacon said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "I’ll take it from here." Rafael beamed, puffing out his chest before stepping to the side to stand next to the best man, Sir Kaelen. Deacon took my hand. His palm was warm, his grip firm. "Elena," he whispered, as if testing the reality of the moment. "You are… magnificent." "You clean up alright yourself," I managed to whisper back, my voice trembling.