“Who’s that?” Gabriel asked, following her gaze. “He’s nobody.” Apollo grinned, and she knew he had heard her. You wound me, Temperance. Oh, please. You’re not wounded, you’re just dramatic. For good reason. He moved toward them. No, Apollo. Stay right where you are. He stopped. And who are you to give me orders? You like it when I give you orders. I do. But not this one. I want to meet your friend. Well, you can’t.
