I'm completely taken off guard when, less than an hour later, Wolfe strides through the door of the harem with Deacon in tow.
"Deacon!" I exclaim, taking several steps toward him.
The look on Wolfe's face stops me in my tracks. His stare is hard and filled with violent promise. Without a single word he's warning me away from touching the other man.
As if sensing the same thing, Deacon keeps his distance. I'm relieved to note that he looks completely fine, not a single mark on him. This helps ease some of the anxiety of being separated from my team Ð a group of people I've spent every single day with over the past several months.
"The Warlord says you have something to say to me," Deacon says, his voice hard with dislike.
I glance at Wolfe, but he remains silent. I realize he's brought
