Chapter 14
KAYLA
Wednesday afternoon
They said Deacon’s office is burnt to a crisp. There’s no other way to say it.
The smell of burning wood and smoke hang in the air like smog, and I have to struggle to breathe when the firemen finally clear us to enter the building after a long night of clearing the building for entry.
After spending the better part of the night in the police station with Deacon and Sophia, I am still after all these hours in my red Dior dress. I might smell like seven different Hells, and I know for damned sure that I look like them.
But nothing matters at this point. At least, not anything but Deacon.
A permanent frown imprints itself on his handsome face and I enter the front doorway of The Alchemist beside him, feeling his frustration from feet away. He wipes
