The next morning, Allison sat on Deucalion's empty side of the bed, staring out the window at the morning sun. She'd already taken a shower and made the bed, dressing lightly as Deucalion had ordered before he'd left. Frowning, she remembered how cold he'd been toward her. She was so sure that last night, they'd made some progress. But this morning? Everything good in him that she'd gotten a glimpse of had completely vanished. If anything, he was colder than he had been before.
Downstairs, the door opened and closed before she heard heavy footfalls on the stairs. She felt his presence in the doorway but didn't turn around to acknowledge it. Sitting in the sunlight, she allowed herself to partially zone out. But it didn't last long when a shadow fell over her.
In front of her, Deucalion w
