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Deucalion seemed to realize I wasn't going to tell him anything. After a long look that lingered on my face, he let out a quiet sigh and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.
"Since you won't talk," he said at last, his tone clipped but no longer pressing, "go prepare two cups of civet coffee."
Without waiting for my response, he turned toward the Alpha's room. Before I could think better of it, my hand shot out and wrapped around his wrist.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
The question left my mouth before I could stop it. Was I... worried about him? Ridiculous.
He had served Alpha Thor faithfully for decades. If anyone knew how to handle the Alpha, it was him. Deucalion stopped. His body stiffened ever so slightly beneath my touch. Slowly, he looked down at my hand b
