It wasn't until Deucalion lost feeling in his fingers that he realized he was in deep s**t. And it wasn't just the lack of feeling. It was also the buzzing under his skin over his whole body.
Holding his hands up in front of his face, he studied them. "What the f**k?"
They looked normal, but when he rubbed his thumbs over the pads of his fingers, there was nothing.
Well, that wasn't good.
At his elbow, he phone rang. Sighing, he picked it up, fumbling it with his numb hands. "Renna, I swear to God, the next time you call me, I'm gonna block the number. You get it."
"This isn't Renna."
Deucalion nearly dropped the phone. "Uncle?"
"Nice of you to remember me." His tone was low and angry.
Deucalion scowled. "That's not funny."
"You hear me laughing?" When Deucalion didn't answer, How
