Chapter Sixty-one - Deacon

Purity watched as Dara cleaned up Cal’s cuts, washing away the blood and dirt, and making him some poultices to take home to help with his healing. A glass of Jameson rested in his hand, a double from what it looked like, not that she blamed him. They just went through hell. She could probably use a drink herself.

Once Dara finished patching him up, Cal smiled and tapped the arms of the chair as he pushed himself to his feet. “Well, I should be getting my old ass home as well.” He turned to Deacon, nodding to the door. “You should join me at that dive bar at the end of this place. Give Dara time to look over your girl in privacy.”

Deacon glanced over at Purity, uncertainty on his face. She just smiled and nodded back, reassuring him she was fine. “You should go with him,” she said. “It’ll do you good.”

“I’ll take good care of her,” Dara promised, shooing him to the door. “Besides, she deserves to be doctored without you gawking at her. Now go.”