Cassandra glanced up, her pulse picking up a few beats. She honestly hadn't expected to see Apollo again. Not for awhile, anyway. Without the caravan, they were both free to pursue their own interests and, frankly, she had more or less counted on him to pursue them elsewhere. And after the way they had parted...well, it seemed unlikely they would be talking again so soon. Even if he did claim to be in love with her.

"It doesn't matter," she said, sitting up and setting aside her device. "Everyone knows I'm a lunatic. No one would have the nerve to walk in here."

It was meant to come off as light, as a joke. But she couldn't quite reach that particular pitch in her voice. With each world jump, Cassandra found herself more and more oppressed by her reputation in mythology. She imagined a large portion of that was self-inflicted. But not all of it. No. Decidedly not all of it. Especially since she had gone back to having visions publicly again. Even if that had been an accident.