He is here, really here.
In New Orleans.
"Apollo," I whisper as he holds my face, his penetrating stare making my skin tingle.
"Viola? Is it?" He smiles down at me.
"Angel," I laugh. "I like Angel."
He nods with a sexy grin and glances around the room for the first time, raising a brow. After a few minutes, he runs a hand down his smooth face. "Your living quarters gives me anxiety, I will admit."
My eyes widen and I laugh. "What? Why?" I glance around the room too.