Marcie’s whole body was rigid with shock. Apollo’s mouth so close to her ear sent ripples of fear through her, and she could feel Barak once again, shouting at her, threatening her, dragging her down.
She was so tired of feeling like a victim. She wasn’t going to let this be the end of it. “Whatever he did has nothing to do with me!” she shrieked. “Ares cut me off! It doesn’t matter to him what happens to me!” She didn’t know how true that was, or if it would deter Apollo at all, and it was kind of a risk because then Apollo might kill her because it didn't matter. She struggled against his grip but it seemed inexorable. “Siri! Call Aphrodi-”