War on my Heart
I demand, slightly creeped out, but also a bit relieved to see a familiar face who may be able to help.
“Thea, who’s this?” Owen interrupts, his eyes cold and unyielding as he glares at Apollo, despite the God’s muscled frame and height advantage.
“Owen, this is Apollo.” I introduce him slightly reluctantly, a bit anxious of what Apollo’s reaction will be to him, a mortal.
Apollo, however, takes it in a stride, offering him a charming smile. “Hello, Owen. Pleasure. I’m a friend of-” He pauses to pass me a taunting look. “Thea here.”
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