“He was there, in front of our house tonight,” Tragos said. “He threatened Kaden. Said we were both dead.”
“Throats ripped out,” Kaden added, his horror manifesting like he was recounting the plot of a film instead of his life. “Tragos first, then me. He was specific.”
Tragos balled his hand into a fist; he wasn’t going to let it happen, not to Kaden, no way. “He only stopped to answer his phone,” Tragos could see the appeal of treating it like a film - it was difficult to believe Apollo hadn’t tried to slaughter them both, then and there. That they’d been saved by a phone call instead of ending up buried in the hole that he’d crawled out of. That would have been a bit of poetic revenge on Apollo’s part, wouldn't it?
“He’s dating Barak’s ex,” Kaden’s face twisted in disgust, and Tragos tightened his arm just a fraction more around Marcie. He hadn’t wanted to bring Barak’s name into this; the threat of Apollo was bad enough. Marcie had dealt with enough.