POV: APOLLO
“Besides,” I retorted, “I don’t have time for a woman. I am much, much too busy.”
The nerve of this woman. Assuming I wanted to be a part of their little arrangement. I did want a part of her. But sharing her? No. I tried to ignore the dizzying sensation of being pulled to her. I was rejecting these feelings at all costs.
“How do you guys know each other anyway?” she asked.
“That’s a long story,” I began, “listen, I don’t have a lot of time. They, we, we’re part of a group. Like a pack.” I gauged her reaction.
“Cute.”
I raised my eyebrow and said nothing. Was she serious? Cute? I could hear the sound of loud wind whistling outside and thunder in the distance. It was still pitch black inside the library, but I could make out her features in the light of the cellphone I wa
