~Akia~
I stir and try to stretch, only to find my movements restrained. His scent is all over me, and my heart is settled. “You’re awake early.” I turn my body until I’m facing him.
“I have class.” I notice the cloud that rolls in, clouding his eyes and his mood.
“It isn’t safe.” I swallow the lump in my throat. Apollo isn’t wrong; it isn’t safe. Ares is out there, somewhere, hell bent on getting me back. I get the fear, but I really need to go to class.
“I know, but I have class. He doesn’t get to rearrange my schedule and run my life.” Apollo sighs and closes his eyes. I understand his dilemma, but I really need to go to class.
Apollo opens his eyes and looks at me. “Why don’t you shower? There are clothes here for you. Breakfast will be served, and then I can take you to the dor
