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“Ambrosia,” he states. I shoot him a questioning brow. “Hush, it’s a small amount. It will help you bind to this world.”
Looking from the man to my drink, I swirl the liquid once more.
From everything that I know of ambrosia, it appears to be the liquid in front of me. But even so, I’m uneasy drinking the mixture.
Who knows what could be laced in it?
Maybe there’s a potion in there that has been turning my stolen sisters into stone.
“Don’t drink it,” warns Ari.
It’s not like I’d be able to get away with that. Internally I groan as I block out my friend’s protests.
Nodding, I toss back the drink like hard liquor. Almost entirely missing the most pleasant tasting liquid that I have ever experienced.
“Now for some ground rules. You're not permitted to leave your rooms without my permission.” Apollo stands firm.
I retort, “I think you took a wrong turn to the dungeons.”
“You're not my prisoner, but you're not free to go.” His hair shines brightly from the now lit hearth. “Please. I would much prefer that you stay here than a cold dungeon. I want you to eventually like it here. As an honored guest, you’ll eat dinner with me, my sister, and my uncle.”
Grinding my teeth, I bite back a fiery reply.
Is that before or after I turn to mud?
“So, I'm a prisoner.” I clarify, “Why am I not in the dungeons with your other prisoners?”
“This palace is your home, and you're my guest, but my rules are for your protection.” Apollo pauses to collect his thoughts before replying, “I'm trying to extend to you an olive branch. An act of kindness.”
I counter, “Protection or Control?”
He shoved me against the wall, forcing me to look up at him, “Protection. Much worse than me crawls around this castle. You’d best learn this.”
Every essence of my body tells me to run away and to run away fast.
But I stay firmly rooted against the floor. My throat feels dry. “You're not allowed to leave without an escort during the day.” I give him another poignant glare. He warns, “It is for—”
“My own protection,” I interject. “Fast learner.”
Staring at each other for a long while, it was almost like a fight for dominance, but I can’t help but think about Apollo’s body flush against mine. Maybe it’s the nerves from all the abrupt chaos that’s my life.
Perhaps it was the towering person glaring down from above.
My body felt like it was pressed against a bonfire. His warmth radiated into me.
Gods, I want him.
To push myself closer to him.
Why is my body betraying me like this? Apollo kidnapped me from my home. Forcing me to leave behind my life. I shouldn’t be having these feelings.
That is, until the God of the Sun commands, “You’ll come downstairs and eat with me.”
I almost rather that he eats me.
Gah, stupid body. A blush curls up my cheek at the thought, but I snap a retort back at him. “Oh, will I?” I arch my eyebrow suggestively.
“Yes,” he states simply. Eyes staring deep into my soul. A glare which felt like a power play.
