3rd P.O.V.

As Beatrix sat at the bar, Harley and Charis joined her, each taking a seat on either side of her. Harley slid her a drink, and Charis gave her a sympathetic smile.

Harley spoke first. "So, what's going on with you and Apollo? I saw him storm out of here earlier."

Beatrix sighed. "He's so closed off, Harley. I don't know what to do. Every time I try to get closer to him, he pushes me away."

Charis chimed in. "Maybe he's just not ready yet. You have to be patient."

Beatrix shook her head. "I don't know if I can be patient anymore. I want to be...