“No,” Evangeline said immediately, shooting the man a glare. “This wasn’t Jacks.” “My wife is clearly stunned,” said a voice that immediately made Evangeline’s skin crawl. Apollo was there. She could hear him, striding up beside her. Then she felt the brush of his hand on the small of her back. Evangeline spun to the side and slapped him hard across the face. The sound of her hand hitting his cheek echoed through the inn, loud, cracking, and satisfying. You loathsome, conceited, cowardly worm of a prince, she thought as she watched his skin turn an inflamed shade of red.
