Nothing she did could hurt him; he was invincible. Nothing she said would insult him; he had heard far worse. Apollo had seen it all. He’d had every woman, every man. It was impossible to have any impact on him whatsoever. It was freeing to feel like that, to know that nothing could shake him. It had taken Tem too long to come to this conclusion—to realize that he wasn’t bad for her. That he wasn’t bad at all.
