DEXTERA
After making sure I was fine, Roxanne left, promising to return later in the day to check up on me.
I remained in the room, alone with Deucalion. At first, I thought he was just there on Thor's orders—something about watching me and making sure I don’t escape and wander around his maddening pretty mansion.
But the way he stared at me, and made sure I was comfortable made me have second thoughts.
Don't blame me for thinking otherwise despite my status. If there was anything I was naturally blessed with and good at, it was reading people through their eyes.
Deucalion's stare at me had something more to it but I couldn't tell what exactly it was since I barely knew him or the pack.
I shifted uncomfortably on the bed, my eyes flicking to him, who hadn’t moved from where he stood
