I whirl back to Apollo, who’s crossed his arms and legs, leaning against the doorjamb. “What?” I declare. He shakes his head innocently. “Nothing.” I stalk toward him and point at his chest. “You’re thinking something. I can see it.” He chuckles. “I’m thinking your mother loves you very much.” “And?” I poke him. “And…” He wraps his arms around me and presses his face into my hair. “If he comes here, I might disembowel him.”
