"You're never going to touch her again," Apollo said through gritted teeth, keeping his feet ready to move. "I'll rip your dick right off and feed it to your dogs if you try. She's mine."
He'd beaten Ares before. Apollo remembered it vividly, and so did the world. He'd beaten Ares and he'd beaten Hermes and by Zeus he was going to beat them both again now. He was furious about how broken Clio was and how pregnant Melpomene was, and frankly, his brothers were going to pay for this.