"Yes," she replied. No sense in dissembling on that account. They both knew it was true, despite brave faces and fierce words. "Don't forget, for me, it wasn't too long ago that you showed up in my bedroom and taunted me about the fact that Hector was going to die and there was absolutely nothing I could do to change it." Aside from sleep with him, of course. "I haven't had a hundred years, yet."

She could have twisted a metaphorical knife, listing the many grievances she still had, but that wouldn't be getting them anywhere. The past was of great interest to her, but not Troy. Not now, anyway. She was much more concerned with the recent past, the past that was still vibrating on her skin.

"Apollo, what happened during the battle?" she asked him, stopping a few paces away, watching his back.