Be cool, I inform myself. act regular.

Give attention to serving to Apollo… not his sculpted chest or abs.

Styx assist me.

Awkwardly, I rise. Standing, I stroll across the desk. Attempting my hardest to maintain as impartial of a face as I am able to.

Apollo pushes away from the desk. Legs unfold aside, again straight. Standing in entrance of him, I look down at his face.

Breathe, I remind myself.

However I preserve pondering of that night at his lodge.

We lock eyes and the air escapes my lungs. Slipping his arms fairly stiffly out his toga, I watch as the material drops to his waist. Material drapes loosely round his hips.

Gaia, assist me.

“What appears to be the issue,” my voice croaks. Apart from the apparent reality that you simply’re turning to stone.

Taking my arms, he pulls me nearer in order that I’m standing in between his legs. His thighs urgent softly towards me.

“My chest, I can’t bend or transfer it,” his voice is filled with ache as he murmurs.

I shiver as my fingers hint the marbled pores and skin. Now it’s nearly totally encompassing his chest, “Why is it spreading so shortly?”

“As a result of the malaka must cease utilizing magic,” the irate Artemis snarks. I flip to observe Apollo’s twin who’s presently obvious at her brother with a smile as icy because the marble. Together with her look as cross as her arms, she provides, “It solely makes the plague unfold sooner.”

My pink haired companion nods emphatically on the Moon Goddess from over the shoulder of Apollo. Ari laughs, “Precisely, if he wasn’t so proud and truly listened, he’d not be on this scenario now.”

“Artemis!” Athena warns gravely, Leaping into the dialog, she grips her spear. “Don’t name the Lord of Caelum a reputation as lowly as that one.” Standing tall, the Goddess of Strategic Battle appears menacingly down onto the Moon Goddess.

My eyes darted to Apollo who stared on the two amused earlier than turning to a servant. “Fetch Woman Pandy and I some nuts and dried fruit for this struggle,” he orders jovially.

The servant begins to run for the kitchen as I state, “He’s kidding. I don’t want any snacks.” Giving him a pointed look, I roll my eyes.

The servant eyed Apollo skeptically. Wordlessly asking for orders. Shaking my head, I snort softly.

“What?” he questions me.

“You and your propensity for violence,” groaning, I pull my eyes off of the god, again to the 2 feuding goddesses.

“Violence? No, not me. That is leisure,” he cackles. Murmuring a thanks to the servant who supplied the requested snack. Pushing the bowl towards me, he affords for me to take some.

Placing up my hand, I say, “Cross. Thanks.”

“Athena, I didn’t know you obtained a promotion. Congrats in your new position as a malaka ass kisser.” With a snap, Artemis conjures a brown sq. of cloth, handing it to her half sibling, “Right here, on your nostril.”

Athena’s face grows pink in fury. Narrowing her eyes, the goddess warns, “Watch your phrases.” Her tone raises the hair on the again of my neck.

Apollo kilos his fists on the desk, “Combat! Combat! Combat!” The steel plates and goblets clatter with every strike.

“You are a toddler.” I roll my eyes. “Break up their struggle.”

He ignores me. Gold eyes watching the spectacle earlier than him. “I’m not an fool,” Apollo states bluntly. “Via my years on this palace, I’ve discovered that gods don’t step between feuding goddesses… until they need their balls to be chopped off or one thing equally horrifying.”

Yeah,” I reply as I scrunch my nostril playfully at him. “I just like the twig and berries intact.”

“Twig?! Berries?!” he calls for indignantly. “Extra of a department and pomegranates!”

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