Pity? Hardly. It was true, Cassandra had pitied Apollo once. Such a lonely, lost creature with no one else who would never understand love. But she had run out of pity for him back in Willaknapp. Perhaps it was unfair. Perhaps it wasn't Apollo's fault that he was stuck. But it was pointless to waste pity.

Calmly, Cassandra collected her coins, putting them back in her pocket. "No, thank you," she said politely. "I think I'm exhausted enough without any drinks."

She glanced down at her hands. Well, he had gotten one thing right. She certainly did look like hell.