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“Threading his fingers through my hair, he didn’t answer immediately. “Feels like twenty-one.” “That’s not exciting.” He grinned again. “That’s because you’re still twenty and have what? About six months to go before you’re twenty-one.” “I wanted to get you something, but Amazon doesn’t really deliver out here, so . . .” I really did want to get him something, but since it wasn’t particularly safe for me to leave, the only option was the campus store, but I doubted Seth wanted a Covenant University mug or hoodie. I couldn’t even make him dinner since I had no access to a kitchen, so I was a lame girlfriend.”

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“Irritation pricked at my skin, causing the glyphs to agitate restlessly across it. Apollo and I had a history—a very bad history. He couldn’t kill me. I wasn’t sure how any of the Olympian gods could kill me, but I knew they would, eventually. Just not yet— they still needed me. “What do you want?” He tilted his head to the side. “One of these days you will speak to me with respect, Apollyon.” “One of these days you will realize I don’t respect you.” A tight smile appeared on the god’s lips, a hide-your-kids-and-loved-ones kind of smile, but since I had neither of those things, I wasn’t intimidated. “We need to chat.”

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