Iris opened her eyes. Morning sunlight spilled through the curtains.Apollo still slept beside her, one arm loosely around her waist. In sleep, he looked younger somehow. Less dangerous or burdened by devotion.Her gaze lingered on him for a moment before she carefully slipped from the bed.By the time Apollo opened his eyes again, Iris was already standing before the mirror.A crisp charcoal suit hugged her frame perfectly. Then came the hat, wide brimmed, as black as her mood.It was bound to command attention the moment she entered any room.“You’re returning to work already?” Apollo watched quietly from the bed as she adjusted her wrist watch. “You should rest.”“I’ve done enough of that.” Iris glanced at him through the mirror. “Absolutely not.”“Are we not going to have a talk about last night? Your treatment...”“Later, I don’t plan on running late.” Iris avoided his eyes.Apollo sat up slowly. “You look tired.”“I look powerful. There is a difference. I’m going down for breakf
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