Alvia's POV
I relax after a while and I let the wind scram through my hair enjoying the effect it has on my hair.
We progress abruptly into an open space and Deacon slows down his pace giving me a brief feeling of sadness. In seconds, he stops galloping and marches calmly as we approach a large building almost the size of the mansion where we stay. He takes me further and bends his limbs steadying them on the ground so I could get down easily. I jump down from my ephemeral pleasure with a light squeal and I walk besides him not even reaching his thighs. He leads me behind the building to a solitary place and I watch him slowly transform back to a human, a naked one.
“ Ugh, you could have warned me ” I squeal and I use my fingers to cover my eyes as I hand him the bag with his clothes
