Twenty-eight
I was back in the palace. Apollo was there in the castle entry way, waiting for me. He ran up to me. “You’re alive. Thank god!”
I pulled away. “What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that you were in a situation that wasn’t safe for you. I did this for us, Rose. We can be together. We can save everyone.”
“This isn’t how I wanted this to go, Apollo,” I snapped, “I meant it when I said that I was done with you. I wanted to figure this out by myself, and you aren’t letting me. Don’t make me do this. Please. And don’t kill your brother for treason.”
“He’s getting in our way, Rose,” he said, “he’s doing what he always does. He takes from me, and I’ll be damned if he takes you too. You were mine, the minute they found you alive, I knew what I was going to do. I knew that
