Apollo
The image of Sebastian flickered into focus above the crystal basin, mist curling like smoke around his broad shoulders. He stood with that same unshakable calm he always wore—like gravity answered to him, not the other way around.
I respected him.
Didn't mean I always trusted his judgment. Especially when it involved humans and their spectacular talent for turning simple situations into full-scale disasters.
"A human?" I asked, arms folded, the firelight in the chamber casting flickering shadows along the obsidian walls. "You want to bring a human through the gate? Into my realm?"
"She's not a threat," he said evenly, which was exactly what everyone said right before humans started screaming and running around like caffeinated squirrels.
"Every human is a threat," I replied.
