(Apollo)
“Tell me,” he snarled, taking a step toward her, “who touched you?”
“No one,” she whispered through tears. “No one, I swear—I don't—”
Her voice was too small. Too soft. Too frightened.
The wrong emotion. She should fear him—yes. But she should not feel hope for another.
He reached her in three huge steps.
His clawed hand slammed into the wall beside her head, cracking stone and sending chips scattering across her hair. The impact shook dust from the ceiling; a spiderweb of glowing fractures raced out under his palm, framing her face in fissures of light.
She yelped, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Tell me,” he growled, leaning down, horns casting monstrous shadows across her body. “Tell me who was in this room.”
She shook her head so fast he thought she’d break her own neck.
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