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“Do something nice for yourself, Cass. Promise me.” “I promise.” It’s even the truth, though I expect Alexandra wouldn’t consider an early evening with a book, a bubble bath, and a jumbo glass of wine something nice. But then, my sister likes people. I don’t.
Sometimes I have to go over reports two or three times because I catch myself zoning out, trying to identify what song he’s focused on.
Most people don’t pause long enough to realize breaking and entering is basically her love language and that she only does it to people she likes, but if I say that, then I have to explain how I would know such a thing, and I’m not about to get into my exes with anyone, let alone Apollo.
One point four million dollars. That’s her price. I don’t blame her for that, but gods, the audacity.
“I won’t require you to be nice to people.” “I wouldn’t even if you asked me.”
Maybe you have a humiliation kink, but I don’t.” “Kink shaming, Cassandra? Really?”
“You look adequate.” “Adequate.” She blinks. “Be sure to pass your thoughts along to Zeus when he sees the bill.” Adequate. What am I saying? The dress is a masterpiece. I want to run my hands over it, following the folds. I want to kneel at her feet and start my way from the bottom. Or, better, start at the top. I want to peel the damn thing off her and… I close my eyes, striving for focus. “You look lovely. I’m sorry. You caught me off guard.”
“I’m going to be frank. I’m starving and you’re paying, so I’m going to order the most delicious thing I can find, and it’s not going to be a salad. If you are one of those people who feels the need to critique my food choices because I’m fat, I’m going to dump wine on your head and leave.”
“Do you make a habit of dating people who comment on your eating habits?” “Not anymore.”
I open my mouth to attempt something reassuring, but then I register that he still has his hand on my thigh. It’s…a nice hand.
I’ve kissed people I like less than Apollo. I don’t know if I’ve kissed anyone that I like more.
We’re fully clothed and sitting in the middle of a crowded restaurant, but I’m having trouble remembering why I can’t climb onto his lap.
“Gotta love air-conditioning. It’s hotter than Hades outside.” “Hades isn’t that hot.” I’m a liar. He’s ridiculously sexy in a broodish sort of way,
“You’re about to say something unreasonably logical, and it’s going to piss me off.”
“I don’t know how to deal with what you just said, so I’m going to ignore it.”
The Hermes title is transferred by virtue of stealing an unstealable object or acquiring a piece of information about one of the Thirteen that no one else knows. This Hermes did both.
I’ll never willingly tie myself to a member of the Thirteen,
I highly suspect Hermes gave her heart to someone a long time ago and no one else can compare.
“Are you sure she didn’t change her mind?” “As sure as I am of anything.” He peers at the high hedge walls. “Maybe they were murdered and we’re going to find them at the center of the maze. This is beginning to feel like one of those kinds of parties.”
That girl has worked hard to avoid the limelight, and there have been more articles written about her since your date a few days ago than in the last five years combined. People are talking, Apollo. If you care so much about her, you never should have brought her here.”
“If you’re planning on trying to murder me, you’ll probably succeed, but I am an excellent screamer and you won’t get away with it.”
Do you have a plan?” “I did have a plan. It was a very good plan, but then you put on those pajamas.” He clears his throat and subtly adjusts his pants. Holy shit, Apollo is hard. For me. “Now I’m having a hard time remembering what it is.”
If the pain is inevitable, then at least I’ll have these moments to look back on, no matter how bittersweet.
“No panties?” “No,” I gasp. “They…don’t work with the pajamas.” “Best money ever spent,” he murmurs.
“With great power comes great risk. Everyone at this party knows that. Except you, apparently.” “That’s not how that saying goes,”
“I’ve always tried to respect your privacy. Now I need you to respect mine.” Another of those joyful laughs. “Oh, Cass, you know I don’t respect anyone’s privacy.” Her smile falls away. “But I’ll try. Just this once.”
“You’re making it very difficult to protect my heart right now.” You don’t have to protect your heart from me.
Don’t leave. I love you. Words I will never say.
I become aware of Cassandra tracing abstract patterns over my back. It feels good.
“I don’t think I can walk. My legs are doing this little tremor thing that would be worrisome if I wasn’t riding the high of like…multiple orgasms.”
“I’m sorry that I brought you here and put you in a position where you were exposed to violence again, but I’m not sorry that this has happened between us.”
Apollo does not need me. The thought should reassure me, but it feels strangely like a lie.
Cassandra is more than capable of defending herself if she feels the need to.” “Just because she can doesn’t mean she should.”
