“Gwen, let me in this goddamn apartment this instant!” Deacon’s stern voice reverberated throughout her entire apartment as she pulled herself up from her bed to reveal a large headache followed by the feeling of being nearly frozen to death. But she neglected to notice the bind marks on her wrists or the apartment that had been ransacked around her. Instead, she focused on the door and the fact Deacon was adamant to enter, and she was fearful to deepen the anger that omitted from this specific command. When the door came open, he pulled her deep into his embrace, as she could feel his heartbeat through his clothing-understanding that he was fearful of her having not answered. “Why the hell didn’t you come to the door?” He asked, appreciation in seeing her having been up to par in this wel
