Sixty-eight:
Deacon Foy
In his short time at the Thayer residence, Deacon hadn’t really gone anywhere without someone. That was why when he woke up in Larissa’s cabin without anyone there he got a bad feeling in his stomach. The witch had been completely responsible for him since he had been brought into the werewolves. Of course, she had a life and a job of her own. But he had grown used to her being around to watch him. And yet she wasn’t anywhere in sight.
“Larissa?” he called out from his seat on the couch. He had no idea why. The cabin was one room. It wasn’t as if she were hiding somewhere in it. Unless, of course, she was invisible, and he simply didn’t know that she had those powers yet. Larissa was a witch after all. There were plenty of things that she could do that he wasn
