Silvia Davis POV
We heard a knock on the door and I glanced over to see who was standing there, asking if I was alright.
"Of course, I'm feeling great. But there's still a bit of pain," I replied, careful not to reveal my true identity. I didn't want anyone to know that I was a werewolf, which explained why my body was healing at an accelerated rate compared to regular humans.
Even if Deviant wanted to know that it was his useless soup causing the pain, I had no issue with that. But I knew he would claim to be smarter than that.
I couldn't afford to make things worse than they already were.
Deviant was a predator, and despite his seemingly simple demeanor, he was far from it. As a Mafia king, he was involved in dirty business that certainly didn't make him a saint.
He knew more than
