Cassandra exhaled slowly, grateful that he had pulled away. The relief was quickly followed by a flash of anger. She knew that smile. She hated that smile. It was the smile of a smug, self-righteous immortal who just knew that he was charming and that being charming would get him everywhere in life. She had seen it more than she cared to for one lifetime and four different worlds.

She folded her arms, recollecting her composure. This was decidedly easier when Apollo was farther away, when she couldn't smell him. "Then I'm wrong?" she asked tartly. "Well, that wouldn't be the first time, would it?" She wasn't known for her clever judgment. At least not where men were concerned. "At any rate, if you want a position of power, I'm sure there are ways you can get one."