Theia
I watched Dominic’s face as I asked. I saw a flicker of something that was too quick to tell what it was. I was already nervous; this could go one way or another. The guy could think that I was a crazy person accusing him of being a mythical beast, or he could be the not so mythical beast and then have to kill me to keep his secret identity. The more the silence grew between us, the more I was starting to think that I had really f****d up.
“Oh, for goodness’ sake will you at least put me out of my misery either way,” I said with a loud sigh. “Say something.” Dominic just quirked his eyebrow at me and I shrugged.
“I was trying to gauge your question,” he finally said.
“What do you mean?” I asked. My head was really starting to hurt.
“Well, do you think I am a werewolf?” he asked
