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Authors: Madison Stevens
Tags: paranormal romance
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and threw him into the wall. He landed with a thud. Apollo lifted him again and tossed him into the other hut. When he lifted the man for a third time, his body hung limply in his arms, but Apollo didn’t care. That bastard had to pay for what he did.
“Apollo,” Val said weakly.
He stopped with the man still held high overhead.
“That’s enough,” she said quietly and placed a hand on his arm. “It’s over.”
The man fell with a thud as Apollo reached out to catch the frail woman collapsing next to him.
Apollo looked down at her ashen face and shook inside. No matter what, she couldn’t die.
Chapter Ten
When she awoke, her head hurt.
Before she could even open her eyes, someone shoved medicine and water into her mouth. At least, she assumed it was medicine because of the taste.
Val groaned and opened one eye. A young teenage girl smiled back at her.
She blinked a few times before sitting up quickly in the bed.
She was in a small one-room hut. Or at least a hut by her definition. There was a wood frame, but the whole place had been covered in leaves and sticks to block out the elements.
She looked down at the bed. It was a pallet of some sorts with a nice cushion inside. The blanket looked hand-woven. She ran her hands over the bright, intricate designs.
“More,” the girl said and thrust the water to Val’s mouth again.
Parched, Val drank like she’d hadn’t had a drink in days. When the cup was empty, she handed it back to the girl.
For the first time since waking, she took in the young girl. Her hair was long but bound back in a thick black braid. Her hair was glossy, almost like she’d stepped out of some hair commercial.
“Apollo?” she said, only realizing that he wasn’t anywhere in the room.
The girl nodded and pointed to the door, smiling.
With a grunt, Val turned and placed her feet on the floor. It was only then that she felt the throb from her thigh pulse through her leg.
“Fuck,” she groaned and touched the spot.
Her pants had been removed at some point, likely to check the wound. Now it was bound in gauze.
She pulled it down slightly and saw the black thread that laced her skin together. It didn’t look like she’d been shot outright. Likely if she had, she’d need more than stitches. A little further over, and it would have hit an artery.
Val looked up to the girl and then pointed to her leg.
“Did you do this?” she asked quietly. The girl’s bright warm emotions flowed from her like a stream. She was like a spring of happiness.
The girl shook her head. She held out a dress.
Val held it up. The beautiful dress was handcrafted, likely woven by one of the women in the village. The vibrant green fabric was soft to the touch. She stared at the lovely stitching along the breast of the dress of little white flowers that she’d never seen before.
She looked back to the girl and raised a brow.
“For me?”
The girl nodded and walked to the door. She could only assume to give her privacy.
Val waited till the girl was out of the room before rubbing her hands along her face. She’d been nearly drowned by mud, eaten alive by bugs, shot at and now she was going to put on a dress. This trip couldn’t get any more fucked up if it tried.
* * *
Apollo paced back and forth near the outskirts of the village as Sol yelled at him through the earpiece. He’d expected this.
He turned to look as another villager placed something on the already mounting pile of crap. Over and over they came, praising him in a language he couldn’t understand and calling him Bochica. He was starting to hate the sound of that word.
His breath caught as in his throat as Val stepped around the corner of the hut. They’d given her a dress to wear. The color only made her eyes sparkle like emeralds.
“Goddammit,” Sol shouted at him through the earpiece, pulling Apollo’s attention away from her. “Did you hear a fucking thing I said?”
“Yeah,” he said absently.
“Apollo,” Val said weakly.
He stopped with the man still held high overhead.
“That’s enough,” she said quietly and placed a hand on his arm. “It’s over.”
The man fell with a thud as Apollo reached out to catch the frail woman collapsing next to him.
Apollo looked down at her ashen face and shook inside. No matter what, she couldn’t die.
Chapter Ten
When she awoke, her head hurt.
Before she could even open her eyes, someone shoved medicine and water into her mouth. At least, she assumed it was medicine because of the taste.
Val groaned and opened one eye. A young teenage girl smiled back at her.
She blinked a few times before sitting up quickly in the bed.
She was in a small one-room hut. Or at least a hut by her definition. There was a wood frame, but the whole place had been covered in leaves and sticks to block out the elements.
She looked down at the bed. It was a pallet of some sorts with a nice cushion inside. The blanket looked hand-woven. She ran her hands over the bright, intricate designs.
“More,” the girl said and thrust the water to Val’s mouth again.
Parched, Val drank like she’d hadn’t had a drink in days. When the cup was empty, she handed it back to the girl.
For the first time since waking, she took in the young girl. Her hair was long but bound back in a thick black braid. Her hair was glossy, almost like she’d stepped out of some hair commercial.
“Apollo?” she said, only realizing that he wasn’t anywhere in the room.
The girl nodded and pointed to the door, smiling.
With a grunt, Val turned and placed her feet on the floor. It was only then that she felt the throb from her thigh pulse through her leg.
“Fuck,” she groaned and touched the spot.
Her pants had been removed at some point, likely to check the wound. Now it was bound in gauze.
She pulled it down slightly and saw the black thread that laced her skin together. It didn’t look like she’d been shot outright. Likely if she had, she’d need more than stitches. A little further over, and it would have hit an artery.
Val looked up to the girl and then pointed to her leg.
“Did you do this?” she asked quietly. The girl’s bright warm emotions flowed from her like a stream. She was like a spring of happiness.
The girl shook her head. She held out a dress.
Val held it up. The beautiful dress was handcrafted, likely woven by one of the women in the village. The vibrant green fabric was soft to the touch. She stared at the lovely stitching along the breast of the dress of little white flowers that she’d never seen before.
She looked back to the girl and raised a brow.
“For me?”
The girl nodded and walked to the door. She could only assume to give her privacy.
Val waited till the girl was out of the room before rubbing her hands along her face. She’d been nearly drowned by mud, eaten alive by bugs, shot at and now she was going to put on a dress. This trip couldn’t get any more fucked up if it tried.
* * *
Apollo paced back and forth near the outskirts of the village as Sol yelled at him through the earpiece. He’d expected this.
He turned to look as another villager placed something on the already mounting pile of crap. Over and over they came, praising him in a language he couldn’t understand and calling him Bochica. He was starting to hate the sound of that word.
His breath caught as in his throat as Val stepped around the corner of the hut. They’d given her a dress to wear. The color only made her eyes sparkle like emeralds.
“Goddammit,” Sol shouted at him through the earpiece, pulling Apollo’s attention away from her. “Did you hear a fucking thing I said?”
“Yeah,” he said absently.
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