“All alone tonight, Temperance?” It was the exact same thing he’d said to her in the passageway before she slapped him. Apollo was always catching her alone, as if he possessed some sort of instinct for when she would be at her most vulnerable. It was a rather uncanny ability, and she hated it. “I guess,” she said as he sat down across from her. Apollo smiled, picking up a fork and twirling it deftly between his fingers. “In that case, I shall keep you company.” “You don’t have to do that.” “I insist.” “You insist?” “I beg.” “That’s better.”
