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“I…don’t need – want – details,” he clarified. “I just need to know.”
I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times, then shook my head. “Uh, no.”
I wasn’t sure how apologetic to be. After all, I was supposed to be the pure one. We’d never talked openly about it, but it was obvious that I was expected to stay faithful. Whether because he thought it was my duty or because of who he’d thought I was, I didn’t actually want to know. Apollo had never said directly, never said anything, like he just assumed. But his Angels had said plenty. They’d been the ones threatening a beating to any boy who talked to me when I was new to Saint Benedicts and my ownership had yet to be established.
But years of worrying, and I needn’t have bothered. He didn’t blink. Didn’t bat an eye. He just took in my words and nodded.
“Okay. Good.”
I was the one blinking. “Good?”
“Yeah, good.” He nodded and breathed out with a shaky laugh. “You’re... Fuck, how do I put this?”
“The princess,” I suggested with a wry smirk.
He grinned. “The princess.Myprincess. I had to keep you... You were supposed to be...”
“This is fast becoming the opposite of good, Apollo,” I warned him.
He chuckled. “Yeah. Right. Sorry. No, it’s just... It takes a lot of pressure off.”
“Pressure?” I asked, still not sure how this was a good thing.
He nodded, adamant.
Suddenly, gone was the boy I’d known most of my life and, in his place, was a man. A God. This Apollo wasn’t Archer 2.0, he was completely his own man. Here was the Apollo I heard whispered about in the halls of Saint Benedicts. He was the man you knew could do unspeakably pleasurable things to your body, and thrill ran through me as I realised that he was looking at me like he wanted to doallof them. Tomybody.
Apollo leant towards me. He lay his hand splayed over my upper thigh and my hip, his thumb dipping precariously close to my centre. His eyes bore into mine with determination and desire.
“I don’t have to feel bad about what I want to do to you anymore,” he said, his voice low and seductive.
There was a part of me that fluttered and warmed and got nervous about this change between us. Then there was the part of me who’d known Apollo most of our lives and knew there was never a reason to be nervous with him.
“What do you want to do to me?” I asked him, teasingly, almost like I was daring him to do them right then.
His smirk was unbelievably sexy. “Oh, you have–”
A muffled, “Apollo,” accompanied a knock on his door.
He rolled his eyes at me. “What?” he yelled towards the door.
“We need you,” came Valen’s voice through the door.
For all the flutters I had with Apollo, my body went crazy at the sound of Valen’s voice.
Apollo rolled his eyes again and headed for the door. “Do you need me?” he asked as he pulled the door open. “Or do you–?”
Valen stalked in, took one supposedly uninterested glance at me, and turned to Apollo. “Machette’s dead.”
“What?”
“Machette is dead. I’m really not sure how else I can put that,” Valen snapped.
Apollo frowned. “Fuck. What happened?”
Valen’s eye slid to me quizzically.
Apollo waved away whatever the question was. “Yeah, Harlow’s here. Who cares? What happened?”
