QUOTE : 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?”<br /><br />He tilted his head to the side. “One of these days you will speak to me with respect, Apollyon.”<br /><br />“One of these days you will realize I don’t respect you.”<br /><br />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.