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“Deacon, they were suspended for blaming Brook.”
I looked up innocently at them from under my brow. “That’s right,” I said softly… innocently.
Deacon shook his head.
“You’re looking at the victim and trying to blame her for what happened,” Bishop said. “If anything, you should know better than that.”
“I didn’t do anything to deserve what they did to me,” I said with a sad pout.
“Grow up,” Deacon shot at us. “Both of you. Grow up. They fought to protect Brook. Not the other way around. Stop gaslighting what happened.”
“You’re being harsher than necessary, Deacon.”
“Am I?” he said. “With Rector gone, I’m going to have to take on the harsh role of law enforcement if we’re to keep this house in order. This isn’t the time to play the victim. This isn’t the time to whine and cry about how unfair things can be.”
“But…” I said.
“No,” he quickly cut in. “We have to be strong. We have to be stronger than ever.”
Bishop nodded. “I guess you’re right.”
“You’re damned right, I’m right.” Deacon looked pointedly at me. “And you. You’re a Senior Saint now. This isn’t kindergarten. This isn’t pre-school. This is the real deal. Are you ready for it?”
I had no choice but to nod.
“Because, woman or not, you have to be able to hold your own in this house.”
Nodding again, I chewed on the inside of my cheek as his words sunk in. Then, with fierce pride and confidence, I straightened up and looked pointedly back at him. “I won’t let you down,” I said. “I can hold my own. You bet I can… and then some.”
“Good,” he said. “I’m glad we got that out of the way.”
He turned to head for the door.
“Where are you going?” Bishop said. “We have so much more that we have to take care of.”
“We?” Deacon said as he looked back at Bishop with a cocked brow. “You’re president now, Bishop. You’re the one who is in charge of taking care of it all.”
“But you’re second in command,” Bishop argued.
Deacon shrugged as he offered his friend a wry grin. “I didn’t hear Rector say anything about making me second in command.”
“It goes without saying,” Bishop said.
Chuckling with dark amusement, Deacon opened the door. “I don’t think so.”
“Then as president, I will ask you again. Where are you going?”
“If you must know, I have a test that I need to prepare for. After all, we are here to get an education, remember?”
“Yeah,” Bishop muttered. “Fine. Go.”
Deacon walked out and closed the door with firm finality.
I looked at Bishop who seemed completely lost. “What do we do now?” I said as I gently set my hand on his forearm.
Chapter3
Brook
