Chapter 0128
Chapter 102
** Josie’s POV **
“Holy crap!” Freya gasps and I turn back to the house to see what she has done, she’s probably tripped over the rug or something, but what I see has my heart almost stopping.
“Deacon,” I gasp, as my eyes land on his prone body on the living room floor. He groans and clutches his stomach as he turns into his side. My legs suddenly remember how to move and I run in, dropping to my knees beside him. I grab his wrist and press the pressure point there. Seconds pass and then he opens his eyes, seeming a little dazed as he pushes himself into a sitting position. The stunning blue of his eyes flashes as they meet mine and I can’t hold back my emotions for a moment longer. I launch myself at him.
“You’re here, you’re really here,” I cry as he wraps his arms around me.
“I’m here little troublemaker, I’ve got you,” he soothes.
“I thought I was stuck here alone, I was so scared,” I breathe.
“We’ve been trying to get to you for weeks. Are you okay? We were so worried when we knew they’d taken you,” he releases me to look me over, checking I’m still in one piece as his hands and eyes roam over me.
“Where are the others?” I ask, looking around as if I’d somehow missed them in the room.
“They’re not here, but they’re waiting on the other side to let us back through,” he reassures. “It’s not going to be easy though, it’s taken me hours to get here,” he grimaces.
“Is everything okay in there?” Frank asks as he walks into the room, he stops dead when he
sees Deacon.
“It’s about damn time boy,” he blows out a breath and I almost chuckle at Deacon being called a boy.
“What’s going on?” my mum calls from the kitchen.
“Everything is fine,” Frank says, rushing back to her.
“I’m guessing this one is the hot headmaster,” Freya says, reminding me she’s still here. Deacon’s brows raise and he shifts his gaze to Freya as my cheeks heat.
“This is my friend Freya. Do not compel her! I trust her with my life,” I tell him sternly and he nods.
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Chapter 0128
“I trust your judgement,” he smiles and moves to stand. I try to move off his lap but he holds me tighter, standing whilst still holding me before gently lowering me to my feet and holding out a hand to Freya.
“I’m Deacon Collins, It’s a pleasure to meet you, Freya,” he introduces himself as she takes his hand and shakes it.
“It’s nice to meet you and see that you are actually real but we better get you out of here before Penny sees you,” Freya says, nervously glancing in the direction of the kitchen.
“Frank is dealing with it as we speak, don’t worry,” Deacon smiles and I focus my hearing on the kitchen.
“Well, there’s plenty of food for him. It’s so sweet of him to surprise her on her birthday like this. That girl has been so sad since I met her. I hope she will be happier now he’s here,” I hear
my mum say.
“It’s your birthday?” Deacon asks and I nod.
“No need to guess what she wished for when she blew out her candles this morning,” Freya snorts, “I’ll go help in the kitchen and give you two some space,‘
“Happy Birthday, Josie. I’m sorry I crashed your birthday celebrations but I’m glad I didn’t miss it,” he smiles.
“How are the guys? Is Mason healed? How is your head now?…” I start to bombard him with all the things I’d been questioning for the last two weeks.
“Let’s go outside, we have a lot to catch up on,” he says, interrupting my rambling. He takes my hand and leads me outside and nerves coil in my gut. I feel like he’s going to give me some bad news.
“Your bonds are as well as they can be, Mason is healed physically, and my head is fine. I heard I have you to thank for that,” he smiles down at me.
“What are you not telling me?” I frown.
“Nothing that you need to worry about for now. It’s just been a hard month for them all without you but as soon as we get you back to them they’re going to be fine,” he reassures.
“It’s been hard for me too, I thought I’d never see any of you again,” I begin to well up.
“Look at me,” he says, his fingers lifting my chin so my gaze meets his, “There is nothing that would stop any of us from finding you, no matter where you are, we would find you. Don’t ever think we wouldn’t have come for you,” he lowers his mouth to mine and claims my lips in a spine–tingling kiss.
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