Chapter 189 The Guest

• Michael
• It’s the middle of the night when I walk up to my doorstep. Thunder rumbles in the distance, but Ravenfell is foggy, cool, and only slightly damp tonight. I open the door to quiet darkness. A light switches on upstairs, illuminating the second floor landing as I step into the foyer, holding the door open for the figure stepping inside behind me.
• Deacon removes his hood and runs his fingers through his short black hair, sniffling from the cold as he removes his jacket. “Fuck, man. It’s freezing.”