Apollo
I’d faced armies.
I’d stood in front of volcanoes, flown into storms, stared down creatures that made most people weep just from the vibe—but nothing, and I mean nothing, prepared me for what it was like trying to talk to Noah about courting a modern human woman.
Especially this woman.
I found him in the training yard, shirtless, sweaty, and aggressively punching a dummy that looked like it had personally offended his bloodline.
“Noah,” I said, doing my best to sound casual. I absolutely did not sound casual.
He grunted and launched a kick that decapitated the dummy.
“…You good?” he asked, wiping his face with a towel. “You’re doing the thing.”
“What thing?”
He narrowed his eyes. “The ‘I’m about to ask you something weird and emotionally vulnerable but I’d rather throw myse
