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This week's prompt is "angry". We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance.
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**Warning - there is adult language.**
Ares stared off into the dark. Juliet watched him as she frowned confused. The forest around them came to life. The air filled with the sounds of creatures coming out of hiding. Some she could make out. Others didn’t sound human.
“Ares?” she pried.
He sighed. “I have to go.”
“Go? Go where?”
He turned back to her and gazed in her eyes. “Let’s just say I have to go to work.”
“You have a fight.”
“I have a war.”
Her voice squeaked. “Oh.”
“I’ll send you home first.”
Juliet bit her lower lip. “Can you send me somewhere else? I’m sorry, baby. The burn is setting in. I’m trying to fight it but the pain will follow. And then I get really angry.”
He grinned at her. “Trust me?”
“All right. Go home. I’ll get you when I’m ready.”
Before Juliet could respond she was standing in the cave next to the large, plush bed. She paced the cavern as she stared up at the ceiling above. When her lover wasn’t there it was just stone. She missed the blue sky and fluffy clouds. She huffed sadly. She missed him, his warm flesh, his sweet kiss, even his sour mood.
She gasped as the cavern around her melted away. A split second she found herself in another, one that was pitch black. For being that dark, it surprised her that it was hot and arid. She blinked a few times to adjust her sight.
Juliet looked around her puzzled. “Where? Ares? Are you there?”
There was a soft glow that illumined him as he cupped his hands together. The sight stole her breath. He wasn’t dressed in a grunge rock band t-shirt and jeans like he normally wore. Instead he was clothed in a white chiton stained with crimson. The garment accentuated the tattoos on his biceps and chest but now he bore a few celestial images etched into his flesh. A large sword was bound to his hip with a gold cord. She couldn’t see the source of the light.
He nodded to the floor. “There.”
She glanced down at her feet to find a body lying there covered in blood. She couldn’t make out his nationality by his ragged clothes. Whatever happened to him distorted his features.
“Is he?” she asked.
“Dead. Yeah. Roadside bomb. Just happened. Do your thing.”
The words escaped her lips before she could stop them. “Aww, you got me takeout.”
“Juliet, seriously. I’m on the clock here.”
She blinked at him stunned then dropped to her knees next to the body.