Even with the noise of the music and the shouting, Faith still heard the whisper from behind her. Somehow she knew who it was before she turned, which she did slowly, her eyes gradually seeking his.
"Deacon," her voice was barely above a whisper either, but she knew he heard it.
Her smirk was wilder than he would have seen it before, her eyes just a little darker.
She took a step back, her arms spread out among the chaos.
"Like it babe?" She laughed. "Isn't this your idea of a good time? Sure is mine."