Ch. 72

Apollo sensed the tension building as he noticed his fiancée’s expression shift to worry. The low rumble of voices gave way to shouts, and the air seemed to thicken with aggression. He strode forward, his footsteps heavy and deliberate.

The crowd around Theo and Alaric parted as Apollo approached, as if his very presence demanded space. His usually calm demeanor was overshadowed by a stern intensity, a look that could quiet a storm.

As he reached the two men, who were locked in a furious argument, Apollo’s voice boomed like distant thunder. “Enough!” he commanded, and the noise around him fell silent. “Both of you, come with me.”

The energy he exuded was enough to douse the flames of their confrontation, his authority undeniable. Theo and Alaric exchanged uneasy glances but knew better than to defy Apollo. They nodded reluctantly and fell in step behind him, leaving the tension behind as they followed his lead.

Apollo leads Theo and Alaric to a small, private room, closing the door b