Apollyon by Jennifer L. Armentrout6/20/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() But without the protections from Hephaestus or Apollo between us, he would become an inconsequential nothing. Delphi stood on the other side of the bars. Boy, did I have a T-Rex-sized bone to pick with that pure-blood. I looked over my shoulder, my lip curling at what I saw. Then I repeated the movements to the left, my fingers moving-pinky, middle, pointer… over and over. I tipped my head to the right, feeling the muscles stretch and the bones crack. Voices… there were so many voices in my head. Well, it was really a threesome… foursome of sorts. My own personal hell was a party for two. Caged and made helpless by the markings etched in the cement above me and by bars crafted by a god. Yet, all I could do was pace back and forth. ![]() I was his power-up-the ace up his sleeve. I wielded control over the four elements, and the fifth and the most powerful-akasha. My thoughts were covered in a heady, amber haze of power. ![]()
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