This was a mistake. This was a mistake. This was a mistake. This was a mistake.
The sentence replayed on an endless loop in Apollo’s mind as he sat beside two winged gods, one of them to be less likely found in his company than the other. Hermes was gnattering on about something he did not bother keeping up with and Thanatos, for some reason, was setting up a bunch of Apple products that looked like they were brand spanking new.
He didn’t want to ask about why Death was hanging out in Kath’s room as if it was the most natural thing in the world. After the stressful day he had, Apollo was beyond questioning a lot of stuff when it came to Kathréftis. Besides, he already knew that when Thanatos and Kath vanished in the artists’ quarter earlier, the latter almost to tears, he had no illusion
