Ch. 106: Apollo
KER—CHUK!
The door creaked open, the noise echoing through the quiet room before it softly clicked shut again. Footsteps soon followed, deliberate and slow, drawing closer. The air felt heavier, the dim lighting casting deep shadows along the walls of the narrow hallway. I remained seated, one leg casually crossed over the other, the half-filled glass of grape wine resting in my hand. The rich scent of fruit filled the room, but I barely noticed. My focus was elsewhere.
Aphrodite stood beside me, silent and composed, though I could sense the tension in her. The goddess was usually so poised, her presence calming. But not today. Today, even she was uneasy. I could feel the slight tremor in her breath, though she tried to hide it. After all, she knew what was coming. She knew who was coming.
Apollo.
