Aphrodite's gaze slid over to Apollo, the dumbass in question. The golden-haired sun burnt idiot who had managed to make himself a prime target for no reason other than being jealous and horny. Because Cassandra—smart, beautiful, and very much into Parker—hadn't given a single fuck about him. And instead of handling that rejection like a grown god, Apollo had done what every stupid, emotionally stunted man did.
He acted out.
His crime? Messing with Tessa. And if Parker ever caught even a whiff of divine traces on his woman's suffering, Apollo wouldn't just be on Parker's list—he'd be the very first name carved at the top. Not even Zeus, Poseidon, or Hades would've had the honor of dying first. No, Apollo would've been turned into a cautionary tale. A golden-haired stain on history.
