Marcie clenched her jaw tight and stared hard at Apollo, her skin prickling as he leaned in close. His words tugged at threads of fears and pulled at them, things she'd thought before and hidden away. Licking her lips quickly, she watched him pull away.
Gods, the things she wanted to scream at him. Insults, cursing him to high heaven, demands for him to recognise his arrogance, but all she said was, "What does death matter to you anyway? You got to come back," and the pain of her loss was like shards of glass in her throat.