~~PEYTON~~
Odin's face is inches from mine, brow furrowed as he scans me like he's searching for a missing puzzle piece. Or perhaps trying to read a language he doesn't quite understand.
But I don't expect the words that come out of his mouth.
"You're sweating?"
I hiss and shove his face away. "Because I'm a human being. Genius."
"Mom, isn't the air conditioner turned on?" Odin presses, glancing at Natalie, who is serving each of the plates, her gaze fixed on the task.
"It's on, sweetie," she murmurs without looking up.
Odin turns his attention back to me, his brow furrowed again.
"Then why are you..." He trails off as he spots Raphael approaching the table. He stands up from his seat and scurries to the chair on my left and plops down.
Raphael settles into the chair next to me, a
