“We’re nothing,” she snarled. “You’re nothing.” For the very first time, a shadow of hurt flashed in Apollo’s eyes. It was gone so quickly Tem wasn’t even sure she saw it. But it prompted her to say, “I’m sorry—” “No,” he cut her off. “You are not. And I do not want you to be sorry anyway. You are justified, and you know it quite well.” He stepped closer, and Tem’s cheeks flushed. “To accept your apology would be to comfort you.”
