Page 55 of Heir of the Beast

I swallow. “I will shoot, and I will remind you that I have very good aim.”

He narrows his dark eyes and tilts his head. “I bet you do.”

“Last warning.”

Apollo whips out a long blade that catches the firelight. It looks lethal. He twirls it and winks at me. “Fire away, Angel.”

He ~is~ crazy.

I bite my lip and aim for his thigh—I really don’t want to kill him. “I’m sorry,” I say as I let the arrow fly through the air.

Time stands still.

I have never seen a human move so fast. Apollo jumps to the left so quickly that he dodges the damn arrow. ~Double damn~. ~Impossible.~

I fire another one and aim for his arm. He looks focused, the perfect form of a ninja warrior as he takes his knife and slices the arrow in half. My eyes widen. This might be harder than I thought.

My pulse is hammering as I watch him, just as arrogant as ever.

He twirls the knife again and grins at me like he’s ready for more. “I’m starting to think you’re not an angel at all.”

“I am going easy on you.”

That makes him laugh. “So am I, Angel.” He pauses as he flips his knife again. “I want that cloak off.”

“In your dreams.”

~I’ve always wanted to say that.~

“You have no idea,” he murmurs.

In the next second, he throws his knife at me, making me scream. I was not ready for that.

The force of the throw is powerful, piercing my cloak at my side, and before I know it, I’m pinned to the wall behind me. The knife is embedded deep into the wall and my cloak.

The blade is centimeters from my skin—he could have killed me.

“You’re lucky I have very good aim as well,” he says, and walks toward me slowly.

My stomach flips, trying not to notice how insanely good looking he is. His shirt is unbuttoned at the neck, showcasing his golden skin.

~Focus, woman!~

The irony does not escape me that I must free myself from the cloak to escape. I yank the cloak off.

This man is either insanely clever or mad. “You’re mad,” I say, deciding to voice my deep thoughts. I run to the other side of the room, my yellow gown glittering.

“That would depend on who you ask,” he says as he continues to follow me. “And where did you get such a gown?”

“I’m resourceful.”

“So many lies from your pretty mouth,” he murmurs, clicking his tongue. Apollo wipes a blonde lock out of his face as his dark gaze consumes my body.

He shakes his head as his gaze rests on my cleavage. “Maybe I shouldn’t have removed the cloak. Quite distracting.”

“Why do you think I wore it?” I wink at him and step around the large desk

I’m baiting him for some reason.

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