Page 156 of Heir of the Beast

It’s time.

Apollo leads me to the gardens, the cool night air kissing my flushed face. Each heartbeat echoes in my mind. My fingers feel numb.

I sit on a stone bench as he stands, walking around as if he can’t sit still.

“All right, what weird things are you going to tell me?”

My heart is pounding loudly as I take a steady breath. Time to rip off the band-aid. “I am not from here,” I say.

Apollo side-glances at me then raises a brow. “I gathered that, Angel.”

I nod. “Right. Well, I am not from this planet.”

“Come again?”

“I am not from this planet, Apollo. I was sent here on a mission with five other girls, a mission that involved you,” I blurt out, and redden. That might have not sounded the best.

He just stares at me with an ~are-you-crazy~ frown.

“I know what you’re thinking—”

“No, you don’t, trust me.”

I can feel his anger start to rise.

“I explained that really badly, but you didn’t let me finish.”

Apollo expels a breath. “I could probably agree with that assessment.” He holds up his hand, silencing me. “You are from another planet? Are you trying to play me for a fool? After everything, we went through?”

“No!” I yell, standing up. “I am from a different planet. It’s called Earth. You wanted the damn truth and here it is!”

“Earth? So you’re not Ursula, the lost princess of Galleon?” he asks, chest rising and falling.

“Well, actually, yes I am,” I say quickly. “Stay with me, it gets complicated.

“Irena banished me through a portal when I was four years old, and I landed on a planet called Earth. That’s why I never had a memory of my young childhood. I did not know this until a few days ago.”

He laughs.

I laugh as well, but in more of an insane way.

~The Darling Medallion.~

Thank goodness. “Apollo,” I say over his laughter, “touch this. It will make you understand what I am poorly trying to tell you.”

“You want me to touch your sparkly necklace?” He chuckles again. “And here I thought you were going to tell me the truth, not some insane tale of time travel.”

“Touch it.”

I’m starting to panic.

Apollo’s jaw tenses and he slowly walks over to me, humor gone. “What are you trying to do to me?”

I grab his hand and put it on my crystal. Instantly Apollo’s eyes glaze over and close as if someone put a spell on him.

I stand there with my pulse hammering like a fire dancer. I keep his hand on my necklace as I see his eyeballs moving around under his lids.

I close my eyes and plead, begging that this will work.

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