Chapter Forty-three - Deacon

The sun peeked through the treetops, the ground still covered in splotches of shadow as they walked along the leaf-strewn ground. The crisp air filled Purity’s lungs, filling her with a calmness she hadn’t felt in months as the breeze caressed her cheeks. Dark Moon Falls was a quieter town than Summermire, much quieter, and she definitely basked in the difference.

“So,” Madison started, her arms down at her sides. “You seem a bit smitten with Deacon. Have you two known each other long?”

“Smitten?” Purity repeated, feeling her brows pinch over her nose. She thought she kept her, um, attraction hidden. Deacon was soft on the eyes and had kept her passion wet since she met him inside Cheaters. “I, uh, um, no, no, I haven’t known him long at all. One night, to be exact.” She shrugged, clasping her hands behind her. “Smitten, though? I, uh, wouldn’t say that so much as, you know, attracted perhaps?”