Page 54 of Heir of the Beast

I stand slowly as the whistling stops right in front of the door. I don’t even move. I can’t. I am in a state of shock when the door is thrust open—and there in all his glory stands Apollo.

What in the ever-loving—

“There you are,” he says, with a smile that seems a little on the wild side. Apollo has lost his marbles, it would seem.

“How did you find me?” I whisper harshly.

He leans a hip on the large black piano and looks offended, his dark eyes glittering. “I thought you’d give me more credit than that, Angel.”

He clicks his tongue, and the look in his gaze reminds me of a feral animal. Wild. Unpredictable.

I just stare at him, pulse hammering in my neck.

I have no idea what his intentions are at this point. I feel like a cornered animal—if I choose to bolt, he would have me in his jaws in seconds. So I stand as still as I can.

“Don’t feel like talking?” He tilts his head and looks concerned.

“How did you know I was in here?” I ask again, taking a little step back.

“I’m like a bloodhound. I can smell you a mile away,” he murmurs with a twinkle in his graveyard eyes. He crosses his arms, making his biceps appear gigantic.

A chill runs down my spine, and I’m not entirely sure if he is serious. But a part of me thinks he’s very serious. The man does have abnormally weird eyes, which puts me on edge.

I really have no idea what Apollo is capable of.

His pale hair catches the moonlight. “And I can see in the night. A warning, should you decide to run into the darkness.”

“What are you?” I say before I can stop.

He better not say vampire.

But Apollo chuckles like I’m…cute?

And why is his voice so sensual for the love of everything holy? It’s deep enough to command armies into battle but still beautiful enough to tempt any woman into delicious seduction.

I grit my teeth, mentally slapping myself. I feel like I’m going to jump out of my skin. I’m drawing blanks here, and this guy has me on a whole new level of messed up.

“Take off your cloak.”

My eyes widen. Something flashes to my left before I tell him to go to hell. I swiftly glance over and see a silver bow behind the desk out of Apollo’s view.

That was not there before, which means Mort is in here! She must have had Pierce beam me down a bow.

I’ll be damned.

I quickly glance back to Apollo, and he frowns like he can sense a shift in me. I take a couple of breaths and move to the side, toward the bow. He pushes himself off the piano and steps forward.

~Now.~

I immediately jump and dive and grab the bow. It all happens so fast that I forget to breathe.

I’m breathing hard as I aim right at Apollo. “Don’t…move…” I get out through panting breaths.

He looks genuinely shocked. Apollo holds his hands up, and a slow smile spreads over his lips. “I was not expecting that, Angel. Bravo.”

“I want you to back up.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

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