Mary Anna sprung up, frightened. Her eyes bulged so much that she resembled someone who’d suffered oxygen deprivation. Eva snickered, like this would be a magnificent show.
Mary Anna moved away from the bed, which brought her features more into the light. Jonah couldn’t help but notice that with her hair pulled back like that, she seemed like the sweetest, most beautiful Southern belle. All those old movies he used to watch with his grandmother were to blame for that attraction.
Don’t get distracted, he warned himself.
Don’t get distracted, Mary Anna pointed at Apollo. “Who are you?” she asked. “You new in town or something? And why are your eyes gold; is there a man-Sibyl, too?”
your “Dodging won’t work, Mary Anna,” Jonah told her. “You owe one hell of an explanation right now, so you
