Chapter 7
Thor stepped out of the shower, wiped himself dry, and tossed the damp towel into the hamper. He stared at himself in the mirror for a long moment, taking in the white scar across his left cheek, compliments of a sword from the days of old. While the mark healed and faded, the memory hadn’t.
At least I’m not looking at gaunt as before.
Zach feeds us well, his lion chimed in.
That he does.
Without bothering to cover his nude body, Thor padded to his bedroom, left the door open in his wake, and pulled a pair of sweats and socks out of a drawer along with an oversized thick shirt from the closet. He laid the clothes on the bed and picked up the socks.
Lavender chose that moment to enter his room and leap up on the bed. She plopped down in the middle of the mattress, stretched
