I turned to see Apollo standing in the doorway, looking eery and somewhat menacing. I instinctively dropped the book back down and backed away.
"Sorry," I stammered, "I must have made a wrong turn."
"No worries, the living room is this way," Apollo said, narrowing his eyes. He didn't move; he just stood there watching me as I walked toward the door.
"Do you always snoop around?" he asked as I nudged past him.
"You know you're somewhat suspicious yourself," I grumbled.
"Perhaps, but I have the right to be," he said, grabbing my arm suddenly. "Be careful. There are many things you don't know about these guys, me. This town. You just seem..." he let go of my arm and trailed off.
"I seem what?"
"Nothing," he said, suddenly paranoid, closing the door to the library.
This was all so odd
