25- SLAP

~Liam’s Point of View~

“The entire fucking island probably thinks I’m a pathetic charity case. So easy to attack,” I seethed, throwing a cup that I’d just finished drinking from.

“That’s not fair and you know it. Apollo is a fucking warrior, the way he trains is insane,” Vance said, blowing me off.

I knew that to be true, the male was insufferable. He had no friends and no one could stand him so he worked out all day, everyday. Obsessed with his body. He was the master overlord in the training fields to the poor trainees who thought somehow learning from him was the best thing ever.

I needed to get up, get the hell out of this fairy hut. It smelled incredibly fucking weird in here, like what I imagined being in a witches’ house would be like. Herbs and weird concoctions. Vance’s overwhelming-at-times sage odor fit right in.

Tanwen was doing all he could to heal us, though I knew it was Christian’s blood that helped more than anything. It pained me to be that dependent on someone