Hammers, Fire and Brooms
The jest of it was that by tomorrow morning, someone close to Dad would be dead. The only way to prevent this from happening was if the Gods left and never returned. Our kind wasn’t welcome here among the mortals anymore.
War
The constant fighting gets old after a while. Even the God of War needs a break occasionally. Honestly, I’m on vacation right now. But Hermes popped in with a letter from dear old Dad, Zeus, who is demanding that I do some public relations work. I’m pretty sure he means damage control in my case. He thinks I like to wreak havoc wherever I go. Well, obviously I don’t, if I’m sitting on the white sands of a beach right now, drinking Mai Tai’s and enjoying the view of beautiful women playing beach volleyball.
Broken Hearts in Paris…
It was rare that I ran into a woman I had spent time with on my travels. Even more unusual that I remembered any of them at all. But Cassie…she was different.
Ares Searches for Answers
“The question is…who?” I said as we left Number Seven. Who would be dumb enough to try and stop the Gods from coming back?
Security Issues
“Well, there’s a small problem that I am hoping you can help me with,” she said. “Someone has broken into your father’s office.”
A Temporary Loss of Sanity
“Hello, Ares,” Aphrodite said. “It’s so good to see you again.” Like a fool, I
Unexpected Visitors
I kept quiet, because it wasn’t often that he admitted I was right about anything. “Why are you really here? It’s certainly not to critique my color choices.”
An Explosive Afternoon
After leaving Dad’s office, I considered not going to see the woman in Human Resources.
