Page 130 of Heir of the Beast

My nerves kept me down here, feeling like I am drowning. I still have my dilemma and I feel guilt eating me alive, tearing up my soul piece by piece.

How could I do this to Apollo?

I shiver.

I am a horrible person, not worthy of his love. I must tell Apollo what I have done, and I know it will break his heart. He will be confused, angry, and hurt.

My eyes start to cramp, and I take another breath, not wanting to give in to my emotions.

Right now, I need to be strong and cure Apollo, he deserves that. Then we can work out this mess I have found myself in.

My black hair is braided down my back save for a few strands that Laura pulled out for me. My gown is a lovely pale green and white. Very medieval with a hint of the twenty-first century.

The style here is breathtaking. Pierce took in the bustline, much to my horror. That’s the last thing I need right now. Sometimes I am not sure what Pierce is thinking—he can’t play both sides here.

But I am too emotionally exhausted to put up a fight. I’ll just let Charming do what he wants. I am already in way too deep.

I smile. Laura has been so supportive, and I could not imagine doing this without her.

There are plenty of handsome warrior-like men on this ship and she is in ~Laura-heaven, ~as she puts it. One with an eye patch and a large beard seems to be catching her eye.

He is very manly. Not even sure how she can see his face with all that facial hair. I can tell his body is perfect, like a lot of the men here…not to name ~any~ names. ~Ehem.~

But Laura is laughing, being herself. Completely different from when she first arrived. I can see why the man seems to be smitten with her. Good for her—at least someone is not emotionally destroyed.

If I can win Apollo back, maybe Laura can stay here with him? Even though the man is a cutthroat.

I look down with dread. The chances that Apollo will take me back are very slim—slim to none. I grit my teeth and walk, nodding to a few men.

The massive deck is full of pirate-looking warriors running here and there, probably getting ready to make landfall. I walk up to the rail, and in the distance I can see a large mountain.

I take a shaky breath and pray everything goes as planned.

We are finally here.

I look to my left and I can see Siron on the top deck like some god-like creature. Dark, tanned skin with his Native American-like black braid and tattoos.

His arms are exposed showing his bulging biceps. I think if he clapped his hands, he would create a quake with the impact.

He is wearing black armor with weapons strapped to him, making him appear dangerous, powerful, unnaturally…alluring to the female gender.

“Stop,” I hiss to myself.

I look away and I can already sense that he has noticed me, making the hairs on my neck stand on end. I shiver, my body humming with anticipation.

All of these are not good reactions to confide to Apollo. I bite my lip and grit my teeth.

Why is Siron so… What’s the word I’m looking for? Apollo-like. I can sense very similar qualities in them which is why I think I am having trouble.

I stiffen as I sense him behind me.

My whole body tingles.

“This is it. You can be cured and then you will release me,” I say, trying to sound as indifferent as possible.

I feel his hand on my waist as he turns me. I look everywhere but his face, not wanting to jump into the tornado just yet.

My goodness, the man smells good. So good. It’s like wild scent that can make a woman’s brain malfunction.

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