Apollo made a grab for Marcie's swinging hand at the same moment Athena pushed him back, and a low, terrible growl came from Hecate, or somewhere in the air around Hecate. Barely a heartbeat later, Aphrodite was bundling Marcie up into her arms.
Apollo raised his hand to his mouth. His lips smarted where they'd been crushed between her fist, weak as it was, and his teeth. His eyes moved over the three goddesses at Marcie's side, knowing that right here and now, he was outplayed. "That's right Marcie," he said, pushing his hands in what looked like a casual gesture into the pockets of his coat. One hand, though, pulled out Tragos' knife, and he kissed the hilt with his eyes on Marcie as he moved toward the door. "I won't touch you again."