“You’ll not sit in prison, doling out information for leniency,” Apollo shot back. “You talk here, or you die here.”
Nice. That was a good line.
“You’re already to answer to Queen Aurora for coldblooded murder,” the man retorted, tipping his head toward the man in the chair.
“The queen is just,” Apollo whispered. “But she also lost her husband to the schemes of traitors.”
The man blanched.
Goodie.
Now we were getting somewhere.
Apollo moved back to target. “Who sent you?”
The man said nothing.
“Again, who sent you?” Apollo repeated.
The man remained silent.
I watched the staring contest from close up.
It was scary. It was also frustrating.
“For God’s sake, would someone just get me the hedge clippers?” I snapped.
Apollo again looked down at me. A second later, he pulled me away from the man but pushed me gently to the side and I found myself not held by him but—I looked up—by Achilles.
“Take her to the dower house,” he ordered. “Stay with her.”
“But—” I started as Achilles rounded my waist with an arm and started pulling me away.
Apollo’s eyes sliced to me.
“Dove,” he said softly. “Go.”
I glared at him. Then I glared at the man on the hook.
I transferred my glare back to Apollo and blew out on a sigh, “Oh, all right.”
Apollo’s eyes moved over my face but I lost sight of him when Achilles turned me to the door.
I was out the door but it wasn’t yet closed behind me when I heard him say, “Hans, hand me those clippers.”
The door banged shut.
I smiled.
Chapter Thirteen
Lioness
In my crazy dream that was tinted blood red, I heard Apollo order from far away a growling, “Leave us. Now.”
My dream drifted to some ruins around a pool filled with blood when I felt my cloak that I’d wrapped around me to keep warm after Achilles finally got me to lay down thrown off.
I blinked.