Page 56 of Heir of the Beast

“Not smart.”

I stare at him.

“I am going to make you pay in more ways than one,” he says darkly, continuing to walk toward me, slowly stalking me.

A thrill shoots up my spine, and I must look away. Apollo’s sinful eyes are going to be my downfall. They are so deliciously abnormal, a wicked gleam dancing in their mysterious depths.

I continue to circle around the desk, hoping I can get close to my bow that I stupidly left by my cloak. I have to end this little thing we have going on here before it goes somewhere I don’t want it to.

Well, in these particular circumstances anyway, where Apollo wants to throw me in prison.

Apollo pulls out another knife from his boot, the silver flashing. “Who do you work for, Angel?”

I swallow. “No one of consequence.”

He raises his brows mockingly. “Well, that’s a relief.”

I’m in trouble without my bow. My heart is pounding in my chest. I slowly make my way toward it as he watches me with an amused smirk.

He holds up his finger and shakes it at me like I’m a naughty kid. “I don’t think so,” he barely says as he chucks his knife at me with speed and accuracy.

~Duck!~

~Move!~

I squeeze my eyes shut as I try to dodge it, but it pierces the vibrant yellow skirts. I scream in frustration as I am once again pinned to the wall. I am on the ground, trapped like an idiot.

This guy throws a knife with such force it is entirely unnatural. What do they feed the men in this world? Steroids? Steroids for breakfast lunch and dinner? I try to yank my dress free, but it’s no use.

Unbelievable.

“If you want to escape, you can take the dress off,” he offers with a shrug and a tilt of his head.

I glare at him.

He chuckles as he makes his way to me, making me panic. I’m so screwed. Where is Mort? Did she leave? She must have! “Are you going to call the guards then?”

Apollo kneels in front of me, his eyes traveling over my body like a starved tiger. I think I hear him make a sound in the back of his throat, but I am not certain.

I look away because I don’t want him to see what his desire does to me. He is purely erotic; his smell alone is making me dizzy. I can feel his heat, his energy like electricity.

My pulse is thrashing against my neck, and I try to take a steady breath without success. I feel his gaze on me, and it’s making me senseless.

“You wore the dress for me?”

I try to shift into a different position, slightly yanking on my skirt again. I hear a ripping sound, to my quiet relief. “No.”

I gasp as I feel him grab my hair, forcing me to look up at him. “Try again, Angel.” He is removing the pins from my hair, and his grip tightens.

“No, I did not wear this gown for you.”

~Why am I provoking him?!~

“I’ll stop as soon as you tell me the truth,” he murmurs as he leans his head down to my breasts, which are on brilliant display. He jerks my head back for better access to my neck and chest.

His hot breath fans over my cleavage, making my skin ignite into flames. When his lips touch my skin, I am nearly undone.

~I need a cigarette.

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