Page 49 of Incubus

“Anything,” I put the force of my conviction into the word. “And I would appreciate it if you kept that information between us.”

Now I was eager to escape, and the burning humiliation in my cheeks made me want to fight him, no matter that he could strike me dead in an instant. I tensed, planning my next move.

After giving me an appraising glance, this one curiously devoid of his usual lust, he moved aside so I could pass. I hurried by, still on edge with my purloined leftovers in tow.

“It was her loss, you know.”

The remark took me by surprise, even more so when I turned and found an earnest look on his face. Right then I saw Zeus in him, the features of the king of the gods written plainly in the lines of his son’s face. It was Apollo’s true nature—something noble lurked inside, the playboy facade crumbling for a split second to reveal the god within.

But it didn’t last. Noticing my frank look, Apollo let his gaze wander south to the peaks of my breasts beneath my pajama top. So he is just like his father.

“Want some company in your room? I absolutely love eating peaches.” He rubbed a hand over his mouth.

I didn’t even bother to answer his question as I left the kitchen. I made my escape so quickly I nearly bumped into Roth, who’d been listening outside the door.

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