Deacon's POV
Groaning, he rubbed his hand down his face, his other slowly moving around what felt like soft sheets. Rolling over he reached out searching for his beloved to find no one there. Memories of the attack and Marcus suddenly smacked into him like a ton of bricks.
"Mina!" Shooting up he frantically looked around the room in panic.
"Your awake," His door flew open and Beatrix rushed in looking both worried and relieved at the same time.
"Where is she?" Standing up stormed towards her.
"She's fine," Beatrix stepped into his path her arms outstretched trying to stop him. "There is something I need to tell you though," The look on her face made his steps falter.
Something was wrong, he could see it all over her face, from her frown to her fidgeting hands.
"What's going on
