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This week we have a picture prompt. We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance. However, I have jumped a little ahead in the story. I will be working to wrap up this story so I can release it in July.
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**Warning - there is adult language.**
The dim light from the street lamps reflected off the dull red brick that lined the alleyway and illuminated the tiny puddles between the cobblestones. Juliet tightened her grip as she hurried to catch up with his stride.
As the walked she was still a step or two behind him. A snide remark about being his concubine rested like venom on her tongue. That was until a large, dangerous looking fellow crossed their paths. She saw him for a brief second before Ares tucked her protectively behind him. It was then that she understood. He didn’t believe he was better than her.
He needed reaction time. She was a vampire. There were only a handful of things that could kill her and none of them were readily available in this damp, smelly corridor. She had lived centuries. Yet he still put her life before his.
No one, not since she could remember, cared this much for her. When she was a mortal she was a toy, something to play with until they were tired and threw her away. And when she wasn’t, she was alone with no connections. After watching Beatrice suffer and die at Antonius’s hand, she knew it was better that way. No love. No emotion.
That was until Ares. The self centered, pompous god bought her flowers in hopes she would like them. He fought to find a way to break her curse. She couldn’t help but love him.
But somehow, a deep down feeling in her gut told her this wasn’t sunshine and rainbows. This wasn’t going to end like the myths or fairy tales. Maybe it was time to cut her losses and run.
She heard him chuckle as he took a step up into the doorway of his club.