***APOLLO’S POV***
Sleeping in this hospital bed wasn't dreadful because I had Persephone in my arms. I don't know how I am going to sleep without her. I mean I could ask if we could spend the night in each other's rooms or have her move into my room...
‘What? Your room? The sanctuary you have sworn off from any female ever entering?’ Hercules says, feigning shock.
I look down at her, her perfect hair falling to the side, her long black eyelashes kissing her cheek, the freckles that go from one cheek, across her nose, to the other cheek like a bridge. She is perfect and if she wants to move into my room, I will let her. If she wanted me to build a house away from here, I would do it. ‘Whatever she wants, I will do.’
The only thing that worries me now is that she is going to be a hug
