Tragos had to snort with smug amusement at the woman's comment; course Apollo fucking chickened out in the end. Course he folded under the threat of war with Ares.
He never should have doubted Ares power. He'd scared submission out of Apollo. Good. Fucking good.
He didn't quite understand the women's part in it, though. But not something he was gonna ask in front of them.
So there was a truce, and Marcie was healed. He wondered how that truce would have held up if Apollo had fired the gun, and he stretched his neck to make himself feel the imprint it had left, since he couldn't poke it, cos he wasn't letting go of Marcie for no shit. He tilted her chin up and kissed her mouth. Maybe he should have cared who the other woman was - and he would wonder, soon, what she'd meant when she said you must be Tragos like she knew something about him, but right now he only wanted to kiss Marcie.