Greek Blood

Chapter II: Break Line

 "She was strange. I know next to nothing about you, I barely even know your personality. Your sister was exactly like you. I couldn’t read her. It bothers me" I whisper, caught up in his gaze and in the soft form of his lips as he smiles wryly.

"You will know more than you want to about us soon enough. Even if you aren't who my father thinks you are, I think you should stick around" Apollo whispers back, not in the least bit answering my rant and very much causing even more confusing turmoil inside of me.

"And just who does your father think I am?" I ask, wiggling in his arms and managing to turn myself so that my chest is pressed against his. My brown dress compliments his shirt perfectly, making me flush. Such a convenience.

"Just a little girl" he sings softly, ginning down at me. "What would you like him to think of you?"

“You remember when you asked me why I would save Hera? I'll tell you a little secret as to why" I change to topic, proud as I notice the flash of annoyance across his face. Now he knows how I feel when he doesn't answer me.

“Tell me, then. But I still believe that, no matter what you have to say, she is not worth saving" he sighs, running the tip of his nose along my cheekbone.

"I can't tolerate disloyalty. I can barely even think of being with a man who has cheated on someone before. I don't like to share, and when I was young, my dad cheated on my mum. That broke her. She loved him. And it broke me seeing her like that" I whisper, blinking back my emotions and biting my lip at the painful confession. Maybe now he’ll understand just how far not to push me.

Apollo blinks, pain flashing in his eyes as his arms tighten around me. He tries to comfort me with his touch as he draws in a shaky breath. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. But that doesn't defend Hera in any way. For all you know, she could have gone bitter and be worse than the other Gods, in a way." He watches me, but I don't comment, unsure of what to say. Seeing that I won't speak first, he sighs again. "You wouldn't date a man who has cheated before? Even if that female is behind him and he only cares for you?"

"It would be hard for me, constantly knowing he might be comparing me to some other girl" I answer, pushing back against his arms. Why the sudden interest, I wonder?

Apollo closes his eyes and chews his bottom lip, a nervous habit that I noticed he tends to do a lot. "Poor guy. You would be putting the both of you through a lot of pain for nothing, if he didn't."

"I know." My simple answer seems to pull him out of whatever train of thought he is having, and the grin I am so used to slips onto his face.

"Are we just going to stand here, or dance?" he asks, loosening his arms around me and taking my hands.

I force a smile on my face to match his, but it's mostly empty. The way he spoke about how I would put that guy through pain, and how he seemed so interested in if I would ever date someone who's cheated, well, it seems like he has. I mean, look at him. He's the perfect boy. He probably has girls falling at his feet, and who would blame them? The first time I saw him, I was too tongue tied to get one coherent sentence out. The thought itself of him being with a bunch of girls makes me feel sick. "I'd love to dance more, but I am a bit tired. Had a tour today."

Apollo's face drops but he nods, letting me go. To my utter surprise, he takes my hand again and smiles, upbeat once again. "It's fine. Here. I'll walk you to your room."

"Thank you" I answer, turning away to hide the blush forming on my cheeks. How can he always be so happy? Pulling him down one of the hallways that connects to the room we're in, I head for room 203.

"How much longer are you in Greece?" Apollo asks, jogging to catch up and walking beside me. He squeezes my hand, the warmth from his skin heating mine.