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This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “holiday”.
**Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.**
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Deirdre looked away from him. “It’s a long story.”
“And we have a long way to walk to find a private place to ghost,” Apollo countered.
“I thought he said to take a cab.” She pointed in the direction of the man in the suit storming through the crowd of people.
“Dad is the only one going to take a cab. The rest of us are ghosting.”
“Zeus. My dad. Yeah.” Apollo took her hand and led her in the opposite direction.
They strode along in silence past the ticket counters, gift shops, and posters advertising travel deals for the upcoming holiday. Apollo directed them both towards the parking structure, not saying a word until they were a dozen rows deep into parked cars.
“So, Freddy,” Apollo reminded.
“How is he even part of your group?” Deirdre demanded.
Apollo let go a heavy sigh. “He was Ares high priest until he met and fell in love with my aunt Demeter. Now, to help us maintain these tears in reality which originated in the Underworld, he took his trials with Mac and is a demigod. Now, for the last time, how do you know him?”
Deirdre huffed. Guilt gnawed at her heart. “I’m not a Banshee. I’m a Pooka. I’m a dangerous fairy with a taste for violence. Over a hundred years ago, I was under the control of a madman. He sent me to kill Prince Frederick, the newborn son of the brother of the Leprechaun king. I disguised myself as a banshee to hide my deed. The child’s mother discovered me and threw something at me. I should have killed her as well but I panicked. I swiped a claw across the child’s abdomen then fled.” She paused. “It looks like he survived.”
“Yeah, he did. And now he’s pissed.” He tightened his grip on her hand. She watched as he glanced around their surroundings. “Hang on. We’re leaving.”
“What do you mean we’re…” The scene around her blurred and disappeared. A moment later, she was standing on the worn wooden floor of a large bar. A handful of the gods and goddesses were already there, chatting among themselves. Apollo let her hand go but recaptured it as her knees buckled and began to collapse. She felt his strong arms wrap around her.
This was all too much.