DEACON
The knock at my office door was soft, but since I'd been waiting for it, I didn't miss the sound. Even if I hadn't expected the woman who was standing just out of my line of vision in the hall, I would have known it was her. There was something about her-I guessed she would have said it was her energy, some mystical force to which I was somehow extra sensitive. Something woo woo like that.
Whatever the reason, my chest tightened with anticipation and more than a few nerves. It had been a little over a month since our knock-down, drag-out fight. Although we'd passed in the hospital occasionally, despite our best efforts to avoid each other, we hadn't spoken directly to each other. She wouldn't have been here now if I hadn't specifically sent a message via Mira that it was importan
