Chapter 32

Apollo Castrel

I woke up to a knife at my throat. I cleared my throat. Surprisingly it wasn't Ares but the youngest of his partners. I glanced slightly at the bread knife. I sighed and took the knife gently from his grip. I tossed the knife onto the carpet and then put my dagger in his hand. I adjusted his hand. Fixing it so he could cause harm. But his watery eyes and shaky breath were not gonna cut it.

"You see them do this too often, and it works for them. You don't want to kill me, you want answers. So how about it love? What questions do you have for me?" I whispered and removed the blade from my throat.

"My dad," Greg croaked. I nod, placing my dagger in its holster around my thigh. The kid was straddling my waist, I moved him slightly since my leg was killing me in this position. I fold my good leg underneath me and the other still in Wolfe. The last thing I need is the agent awake. Greg sat in the open space, knees to his chest.