Marcie's mouth went a little dry, watching Apollo. His soft lips on her hand as her skin tingled under his touch, the broken capillaries knitting back together, felt nice, even though it wasn't the man she'd wanted it from. She swallowed hard.
Wordlessly, she nodded, and touched the pink skin around her wrist too, hoping he could make that vanish as well. She was tired of the reminder of what had happened to her, and having people glance at her, making assumptions.