Alvia's POV
I walk home from the hospital tired and hungry. The sandwich I ate did no justice to the hunger crippling my limbs.
I walk in through the giant door as I reach the mansion. Deacon's scent hits my nose immediately, its unusual for him be in the house by this time. I follow the scent with my nose and I find him in a room I haven't been in before. I open the door quietly to confirm if he is actually there. The entire right of the room is covered with shelves filled with neatly stacked books. A small door lies on the left wall. There is a desk in the centre with a large window behind it. Deacon sits in a wide wooden chair behind the large mahogany desk. There are several papers scattered on the table, and I watch as he buries his head in them.
I slowly tiptoe away as I notice
