THOR
I returned to my seat while Freya asked Dextera to bring her a chair.
A part of me wanted to excuse the girl, to tell Freya to fetch one herself, but Aero wouldn't have it. He wanted Dextera close. Even now, with tears still clinging to her lashes and her shoulders trembling, he refused to let her leave.
Without saying a word, Dextera obeyed, dragging a chair from the far end of the room. The scraping of wood against the polished floor echoed through the tense silence as she placed it beside Freya then stepped back.
I reached for my coffee and it had gone cold.
Ordinarily, I would've had it replaced without a second thought. Everyone kitchen staff of mine knew how particular I was about the temperature of my food and drinks. Today, however, I merely stared at the cup for a brief
