Page 163 of Heir of the Beast

~Of true love.~

Chapter 36

He is here, ~really here~.

In New Orleans.

“Apollo,” I whisper as he holds my face, his penetrating stare making my skin tingle.

“Viola, is it?” He smiles down at me.

“Angel.” I laugh. “I like Angel.”

He nods with a sexy grin and glances around the room for the first time, raising a brow. After a few minutes, he runs a hand down his smooth face. “Your living quarters give me anxiety, I will admit.”

My eyes widen and I laugh. “What? Why?” I glance around the room too.

Apollo leaves me and takes in my small living room with red and white floral couches. It’s not great, but cute, and I find myself blushing.

He is so larger than life that he makes the room feel even smaller. It’s almost laughable. He exhales and glances back to me, that black gaze seeing too much.

“I could have kicked in your door in seconds. It’s not safe for a girl who looks like you.”

He continues with his hands on his hips, his black leather jacket pulling on his thick biceps, “There is a man living on the first floor of this house, I’m sure you’re aware of that?”

“Most men are not built like a superhero.” I roll my eyes. “And yes, he is harmless. A true gentleman,” I say in my proper voice, still in shock that he is standing in my small living room.

I forgot how gorgeous he is. Well, I didn’t forget, I was just willing myself to erase his image so I could function in life.

He tilts his head at me. “There’s no such thing as a gentleman, just a patient wolf. Remember that.”

I laugh at that. “So, you’re not a gentleman?”

His gaze narrows on me. “I think you know the answer to that, Angel.”

Goosebumps litter my body and I pull on my robe, feeling a wave of nervousness. “How did you get here?”

He walks over to me and grabs my hand, pulling me toward the couch. He sits down and takes up the whole love seat, but it doesn’t matter because he pulls me on his lap.

I realize I am still wet and naked under the black robe. I quickly bring my legs to the side, blushing. I don’t think he noticed, though, and I sit on him princess-style.

Only a week has gone by, and I feel out of my element with him. It’s like if Thor just decided to show up and have tea with me on my couch. Very unnatural.

I feel like I am out of breath, still in a state of surprise. In his world it was different, but here on Earth, he looks more superhero-ish than ever. Out of place.

I bite my lip. I can’t believe someone like him is in love with me. I mean, I still have my Fairy Godmother physical gifts, but I can’t shake how nervous I feel.

I’m good though.

~Act normal.~

“So, how did you get here?”

“You’re wet, and you smell like roses,” he says. I can feel his hand tracing circles on my hip.

I take a breath, telling myself not to throw the robe off and tell him to take me. ~Down, girl. Down~. “I was in a bath when you knocked.”

My depression red-rose bath.

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