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He didn’t fool me; he must have figured out that he only had a fifty-fifty chance of being right in what he had done, but he would try to sway things his way. I had run into his type before. Too many people like him had bullied me in the past.
“Well, this is a conundrum, isn’t it? Why don’t you come in and rest while I attempt to sort this out with her?” He turned and walked into the house, not even waiting for my answer.
Octavius prodded me forward, and I glowered at him as I climbed the steps to follow Apollo.
Stepping over the threshold, I paused, my eyes wide. This was more like what I had been expecting.
The inside didn’t match the outside of the building at all. Darn those gods! Apollo had used his power to expand the interior space, packing in more square footage than should have fit based on the exterior of the building.
I stepped into the entryway, which had high arched ceilings at least four stories up. The exterior had only risen two floors, so this had to be magic at work.
The floors were broad wood planks, and he had painted the walls an off-white color. Next to the door were shelves holding foot gear, with several empty cubbies.
“Shoes off.” The nicer guard stated while bending over to pull his off.
Fastidious much?
I kicked off my sneakers and Octavius picked them up and shoved them onto a shelf.
O-kay.
I was glad I wore my toe socks today. They covered my legs in tiny rainbows, with a section for each toe. Every little piggie would stay warm and comfortable. I didn't care if anyone thought they were strange or wacky—I loved them.
Samuel studied them, shaking his head. He then strode off down the hall in the worn slippers he had put on.
I watched as the bulkier guard found another pair of slippers—a black pair that looked almost brand new—and shoved his bare feet into them. Grunting, he waved in the direction the other two men had gone.
Yeah, I assumed he wanted me to follow the other man, so I did.
So many doorways!
One led into a red sitting room. Everything—and I mean everything—was painted red. The walls, the furniture... Even the wood floor were all that same bloody color.
Ugh. I shivered in revulsion.
The next was all white. Nope, not going in that one. One little mark would stand out like a sore thumb. And given how often I stumbled and dropped things, it was not a room that would remain pristine if I went in there.
Anxious, I started singing and dancing down the hallway. “You don’t own me... I’m not one of your...”
Octavius pushed me and I turned it into a slide. “You don’t own me.” I screeched out, turning up the volume as we went along.
“Shut. Up.” The asshole behind me growled, and I twirled around and moonwalked backwards.
“Don’t tell me what to do. Don’t tell me what to say…” Okay, I didn’t have the best of voices, but I enjoyed music. My voice, though, drove my brothers crazy.
Apollo peered out of a doorway further down the hall, watching us. “What is she doing?”
Samuel didn’t turn to face me. “Singing.”
I belted out. “And please when I go… Oomph!”
Octavius slapped one hand over my mouth and picked me up under his arm, carrying me into the room after the other two. This position made me a little sick, bouncing up and down with every step. I wanted to throw up on the bastard, but then again, puking… Ewwww!
The god shut the door, frowning as his henchman dropped me into a chair. And not a moment too soon. I took a minute to swallow several times before turning back to the man in charge.
“Didn’t like that one? How about...” I paused, my pose dramatic as I could get while sitting. I picked what I thought was the perfect song, starting in with, “I have only one chance, but I can make an explosion!” I did the explosion fingers to emphasize this, grinning like a banshee.
Apollo waved one hand and suddenly my voice was gone. I stopped and glared at him.
