“You have to stop toying with him, Calypso.”
His back faced Calypso and he tried to hide the frustration in his words. A burgundy hood covered most of his head, shielding his face. Calypso had a knack for reading a person"s expression, feeding off their emotion and anticipating responses. Corvus guarded himself well around him.
“Toying? I call it positioning,” he replied.
Corvus sighed and turned. His lavender eyes reflected the overhead fluorescent lights, as he focused them on Calypso. “Positioning, you say?” he mocked.
Calypso shuffled uncomfortably under the stare. “I admit I have a soft spot for the boy.” He paused before adding, “He reminds me of my son.”
Corvus" eyes darkened. “More the reason to distance yourself and follow my instructions. Or have you forgotten what I told yo
