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I am back with my paranormal/Greek god tale. The perfect photo was a little further in the story than we were so I pasted the missing piece here.
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Juliet’s right hook was the blow that knocked him out cold. She stood tall over his limp body as the mob gasped. She spun on a toe and stormed towards the door. Those in her way parted. She smirked. It reminded her about that story about Moses and the Red Sea she learned hundreds of years ago.
An ever familiar urge gnawed at her. Agony filled her as she felt her stomach twist. She shuddered at the sensation of a million tiny spiders crawling her skin. She hadn’t felt this while she was with Ares. What had he done to her?
The room blurred as a hand clamped on her shoulder and spun her around. Her eyes came back to focus on her Greek lover.
“I told you not to make a scene in my club,” he demanded.
“What the hell was that?” she countered. “You forfeited! You gave me to him. Who was he going to kill? Himself? You can’t die.”
“Do not question me, Juliet.”
She knocked his hand off her shoulder. “I’m out, Ares. Done. I’m not your possession you can loan out. Ciao, Bella.”
She drew on her power to disappear before he could stop her. She knew it was futile. She was going up against a Greek god. She was bound to lose. When she stilled, however, she was alone. She stepped out onto the street. The raindrops that fell around her sent ripples through the puddles that had already congregated on the pavement. She watched them for a moment. Maybe she wanted Ares to come for her. Maybe she needed his passion one more time.
But he didn’t. A sharp pain pierced her belly. She couldn’t deny the lust any longer. She strode down the lane into the darkness.
It was time to feed.