My secret lover
Joy Marshall.
She was at the center of NewScene, her black eyes shining just as I remembered. Her angelic face, which once brought chaos to my life, was still the same. Joy smiled at me as if all the months of lies and betrayal had been erased, as if none of that had really happened. The strangest part was that, in that moment, I was no longer affected. She no longer had power over me.
“Apollo! Good to see you,” she said, running up to me and embracing me. Her presence was disconcerting, but I remained impassive.