“Keep it up and I’ll nominate you to be Deacon when the time comes,” Graeme grumbled, snagging my waist and hauling me against him, my back pressed to his chest. Burying his face in the side of my neck, his lips brushed against my pulse point. “Wouldn’t that be revolutionary?” “A Necromancer as Deacon?” I closed my eyes, melting into him. “Hell would have to freeze over first.”
Wait, cassius as Deacon would make so much sense
