Alpha Valric’s words took a moment to settle into Calypso’s mind fully. Once they did, she blinked in surprise at his question.
“I beg your pardon?” she asked for clarity
“It was a rhetorical question, dear,” he blankly responded
“Dear?” Calypso repeated inwardly, it left an unpleasant taste in her mouth.
The smug expression on Alpha Valric’s face annoyed her, especially since she didn’t know exactly how to respond to it. If it were her captors back in the South, she would have given a strong retort without a second thought. But he wasn’t. The man standing in front of her, playing with her hair and her emotions, was far more fearsome than the minions she left back at home.
“It’s clear I don’t have a choice; there is no need to ask rhetorical questions to mock me further. I understand,
