"Disgusting," Hera whispered, wiping her lips vigorously. Her gaze lingered on the door momentarily before she registered Deborah's presence.
"Right." She sprang from the bed, darting toward the door to lock it. When the click of the lock reached her ears, she released a deep exhale. Turning her head, she spotted Deborah cautiously emerging from the closet.
"Hera," Deborah called under her breath, still in disbelief at what she had just witnessed.
Her lips parted, but no words came out. She stared at Hera, suppressing the tension rising in her throat. What she had seen and how Hera handled the situation sent chills down her spine. If Deborah didn't know, she would also believe her. Thinking about it, Hera was probably been like this to everyone.
That moment when Hera invited Deborah to assist her for a bath — was it deliberate? The sudden doubt in Deborah's heart sent another wave of disbelief through her.
