She tried to end the conversation, to steer him back into the depths of his magical slumber, but Rex had other plans. He was enjoying her terror far too much.
He leaned back, a devilish glint in his eyes, and began to make Apollo whisper in a low, gravelly tone, though with a much darker edge.
"Mireya... honey... did you... remember the flowers... for our anniversary?" Apollo's voice drifted again, sounding incredibly convincing in its sleep-heavy daze.
Mireya's eyes nearly popped out of her head.
'Anniversary?!' she screamed internally. She was currently straddling a man who was presently ravaging her, and her boyfriend, who was a husband in his dream was asking about flowers!
"The flowers! Yes! They're... they're on the table!" she hissed through her fingers, her voice trembling. "Just sleep, Apollo! Please, just sleep!"
But Rex decided the game needed more stakes. As she was struggling to maintain the lie, Rex reached up with both hands.
