“Big-time!”
Don’t tease her! She’s an infant!
He was thousands of years old. In comparison to his ancient age, she’d only been alive for five minutes. A gross exaggeration, but not really. It was a fair comparison, all things considered.
And still neither his heart nor his body listened.
They were asking for the impossible.
Her.
You’re an idiot!
There was no arguing that. Especially when she reached for him. Terrified of what he might do, he did the one thing he’d never done in his life.
He turned and ran.
Phoebe scowled at the sight of the man rushing off. Again. It was the darnedest thing. On the one hand, he seemed to always be interested and then on the other, he was as skittish as a brand-new colt.
Men! She’d never understand them. They were all so weird. Her sisters were right. It was something with that broken Y chromosome.
Shaking her head, she sighed and went into the condo where they were temporarily staying. Then again, that was all they ever did. She couldn’t really remember ever having a real home.
Because she and her sisters were the last of Apollo’s line, they had been hunted since birth. By all kinds of Daimons and demons who thought that if they killed them off, it would end the Apollite curse.
How stupid was that?
A part of her was tempted to tell her mother about the Daimon. In the past, she would have done so without hesitation. But Phoebe knew exactly what it would mean.
Leaving immediately. They wouldn’t even take time to pack. Her mother and father were so incredibly paranoid. All they did was tighten the noose around her neck.
All their necks.
What if he’s one of the ones hunting you?
But then why would he have saved them?
No. She didn’t believe that. There was something about him that seemed kind and sweet. She didn’t know what, but Phoebe saw something different whenever she looked at him.
He wasn’t a monster.
Urian was …
She couldn’t find words. But she wanted to see him again.
Urian sighed ashe met his father’s gaze while Stryker sat on his throne in a disgruntled pique. “They’re not as easy to get to as you’d think. They’re under a lot of security.”
His father’s nostrils twitched. “Take more men! I want them dead!”
“I’d rather keep a lower profile at the moment. It’s just a matter of time.”
His father actually growled at him. “Don’t fail me, Urian. We’ve come too far and we’re too close.”
He pushed down the urge to bristle under his father’s swirling silver gaze. “I won’t fail.”
Besides, their enemies were closer than ever before. Helios was still trying to take down Apollo, even though he and his siblings and all their children were considered dead now since they were Daimons.
Urian didn’t know why, other than perhaps spite. But he was growing tired of the fighting and the games. Bowing to his father, he left and headed home.
