“Do you like it when I beg?” Tem shot him a look of utter disdain. “Only if it’s for your life.” “You will never hear me beg for my life.” “No? And why not?” Apollo smiled, baring his fangs. “Basilisks believe in fate.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means we understand that our deaths are predetermined. If I ever found myself fortunate enough to be beneath your blade, I would welcome it.”
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