“Okay, okay. Look, Apollo’s a lot of things, but he knows you belong to Hades. He might flirt with you, but he won’t try anything. Despite what you think, he knows when he’s in danger of losing his balls.”
“If that were the case, he wouldn’t have struck a bargain with me at all.”
“Sephy, I have known Apollo for a long time. He’s a lot of things—selfish and self-centered and rude...but he is also lonely.”
“Well, maybe if he wasn’t so selfish and self-centered and rude, he wouldn’t be lonely.”
“My point is, he wants a friend. And yeah, it’s a little pathetic that he had to make bargains just to have friends, but in case you haven’t noticed, Apollo doesn’t know anything about genuine relationships. It’s why he fucks up all his lovers.”
“He doesn’t even try to get better.”
“Because he doesn’t have to. He’s a god.”
“That isn’t an excuse.”
“And yet it is still an excuse.”
“You aren’t like him.”
“No, but have you ever considered that I am in the minority? Most of the Divine are just like Apollo. He was just unlucky to catch your wrath.”
“You make it sound like I did something wrong.”
“Feeling guilty?”
“No. Of course not. Apollo needed to answer for his behavior.”
“And how did that work out for you?”
It hadn’t.
“I’m not saying what you did was right or wrong. What I am saying is it isn’t the way to get Apollo to listen to you.”
“Then what do you suggest?”
He shrugged. “Just...be his friend.”
Persephone wanted to laugh. She didn’t like Apollo. He had hurt people—her friend, specifically. He had deceived her, healing Lexa while knowing her soul was still broken. How was she supposed to be friends with someone like that?
As if Hermes guessed her thoughts, he added, “People like Apollo are broken, Sephy.”
“Apollo’s not a person.”
“And yet he, like all of us, suffers human flaws.”
Switching gears, Hermes clapped his hands together. “Now, what shall I wear?”
Hermes decided on all-white attire—a silky shirt, jeans, and shiny shoes. Just as they were about to leave, Zofie burst into the room.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she demanded.
“How did you know we were going anywhere?” P
ersephone asked. She’d told Zofie she was going to bed when she’d gotten home.
“I was listening at the door,” the Amazon said.
“Okay, we’re going to have to make a rule about that,” Persephone said.