THOR
I returned to sitting but Freya asked Dextera to bring her a chair. A part of me wanted to excuse her, but Aero wanted her close to us in that state she was. Sad and in tears.
Wordlessly, Dextera did as instructed, dragging a chair from a distance closer to Freya with trembling hands. The sound of the chair scraping against the floor was the only thing filling the tense silence.
I picked up my coffee again which was now cold. Normally, I wouldn’t take anything that wasn’t to my precise taste. I was particular about that and everyone knew. Yet, I sipped it anyway. Not because I suddenly liked cold coffee, but because I couldn’t afford to stress Dextera anymore that day.
Deucalion, too, quietly drank his share, without complaint.
After a couple sips, I set the cup down, my gaze sli
