DEXTERA
Deucalion paced behind me till we reached a secluded path which was drop-pin silent with no single being in sight.
“I don't understand, are you out to kidnap me?” I asked with skeptism.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips for a short while, his stare lingering on me. “I wish I could.”
My gaze snapped towards him in confusion. “What does that mean?”
“Why don't you answer my question first?” He retorted, waiving off my reply.
“And what would that be?” I played around —a deliberate act to make him drop the topic.
Deucalion stopped moving. He turned to face me squarely, his arms folded across his chest while he looked so serious.
“Believe it or not, I know almost everything about you since you arrived Woodhound.” He said. “Your movement, your actions, even the thi
