"I've had twelve years of practice at it," she replied dryly. But she managed to smile nevertheless. Even when she was furious, even when she was insane, even when she was at her worst, there was no way to deny the fact that Apollo was, in all honesty, very, very handsome.

She glanced down at his hands on her waist. She had not been this thin, back when they met, which was saying something. Years of malnutrition had certainly done a lot of damage, but she was stronger than she looked. Lightly, she lay her hands over his.

"The better question, in my opinion, is how you plan to resist me," she countered.