Ares

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Authors: Edlyn Reynolds
the mortal that dared to think something as vile about a woman whom was on his arm. No one, and he did mean no one, fucked with those under his protection as Ava was. The God wasn’t even going to think about why he felt such intense anger at the bartender.
    “When I would be free next? I don’t under.... Oh.” She gulped. “I get it. Now I understand that look. Wow, I seriously would not want to be in his dreams or his shoes right now. That’s really not a good thing to ask of anyone. How dare he?” She suddenly realized what the man thought she was. “Do I look like a prostitute?” she demanded.
    “Not even a little,” Ares said quietly. He looked at her as they reached her floor. “I’ll be letting Dion know about the bartender, but you are right, no one will want to be in his shoes after tonight. I’d have done something but with the number of people at the bar, it would have been a little suspicious.” Taking her hand, he pulled her from the elevator and led her down the hall toward her room. Already Ares was in talks with Morpheus about gaining access to the mortals dreams tonight. He would have his pound of flesh, even if it were only in a dream.
    “I appreciate your restraint, a great deal.” She moved closer to him and wrapped her arm into his. “Thank you, Ares. You didn’t have to do that but I thank you for, well, everything.”
    “You’re welcome,” he said softly. Looking down at her he shrugged, “Nothing any other decent person wouldn’t do.” Stopping before the door to her room, he stepped aside so she could open it. “If anyone else even thinks it I’ll break them into little pieces very slowly.”
    Ava just smiled. Looking up at him she moved to hug him before they walked out of the elevator. “Thank you,” she said happily. “Now, I want to know more about where we are going. I would like to know what I should change into please.”
    “Whatever you want to change into is fine. As long as you are comfortable that’s all that matters. I can control the temperature around me so you won’t be cold or hot.” He wasn’t helping her to decide in the least. “I’m going to borrow your bathroom for a second while you decide, and get changed myself.”
    “Sounds good.” She waited for him to leave the room and then began to get out of the dress. Laying it carefully on the bed, she touched it and smiled. “Simply stunning,” she whispered and walked to her closet. Pulling on jeans and a t-shirt, she grabbed a hoodie as well and then slipped on a pair of comfortable slippers. Undoing her hair, she pulled it back into a ponytail and simply sat to wait for Ares. “I’m done by the way. If you are waiting that is.”
    “I was, figured you’d be getting changed. So I sat on the vanity and waited,” he explained as he stepped out in jeans, a t-shirt and runners. He went to the bed and lifted the dress up, “Good Gods, this thing is heavy. How the hell were you able to move around in it?”
    “It’s actually not that bad,” she admitted. “I don’t know why but it really wasn’t that heavy on me. It’s stunning though isn’t it? I felt like a princess in it, not something I’ve ever felt in my life. So for that I should thank Dion. Later. Much later. For now I just want to spend time with you.”
    “You looked better than any princess I ever met or saw. I’ll stash this at my place for now. No one but me can get in there so it’ll be safe. Do you want to come along and check it out while I put it away?” he asked, folding the dress over his arm as he turned to look at her.
    “Are you sure?” she asked with a smile. “I would love that if you don’t mind having someone other than yourself in there. I would love to see what you actually call home instead of what the Romans seemed to think was your home.”
    “Well, technically I have two homes. One here in this realm and the other is up on Olympus. That’s where we’re going with the dress. It’ll be safest

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