Deity
⭐5 stars⭐"So Daphne didn't turn into a tree to get away from you?"
"Oh, my gods," Aiden muttered, rubbing a hand along his jaw.
A muscle popped on Apollo's jaw. "That was not all my fault. Eros shot me with a damn arrow of love. Trust me, when you are hit with one of those things, you cannot help what you do."
"But you cut off some of her bark." I shuddered again. "And wore it as a wreath. That's like a serial killer collecting their victim's personal items… or fingers."
"I was in love," he replied, as if being in love explained away the fact that the chick turned herself into a tree to get away from him.
"Okay. What about Hyacinth? The poor boy had no idea—"
"Alexandria," Marcus sighed, looking near apoplectic.
"Sorry. I just don't understand why he hasn't smited me or something."
"The day is still young," Apollo said, grinning when my eyes widened.
