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"You need to take initiative, son of Apollo. You may just cease to exist. As it is, you are interrupting my prime directive, so if you would...
"Yes."
She rolled her eyes, slipping her arms around his neck.
Aubrey nodded and ran back into the house.
"I set stuff on fire," she said, as if he didn't understand. "I burned it down."
"This is your only time," she said flatly, raising an eyebrow.
His hand came up to rest on her jaw and he kissed her, laughing against her lips. "Stop that."
She pointed, keeping a slight distance.
Tears were spilling down her cheeks, and she looked up at him, dark circles around her eyes as she sniffled.
"And he didn't tell you what your objectives were?"
He relished her touch, leaning into it. "You're crazy."
"Goat."
"No, it's not," she said. She was shaking so badly, not meeting his gaze, her silvery eyes zoned out as she panicked. "I... I set fire to the...
"Ugh... okay. When was the last time you prayed to Apollo?"
He buried his face in her neck, laughing quietly. "Are you drunk or something?"
"Do people eat pigeons?"
She put her hands to her head, looking panicked. Her eyes were filling with tears and she seemed to be on the verge of freaking out. "I know! I...
She seemed genuinely concerned at this point. "You... you really don't know?"
He laughed, pulling her close. "Perhaps."
"Killers."
