“You’re lucky, punk.” Ares pushed me away from the limo. “Be grateful.” “For what?” “That we’re being so nice. If it was up to me—” “So why haven’t you killed me?” I shot back. It was a stupid thing to say to the god of war, but being around him always made me feel angry and reckless. Ares nodded, like I’d finally said something intelligent. “I’d love to kill you, seriously,” he said. “But see, I got a situation. Word on Olympus is that you might start the biggest war in history. I can’t risk messing that up. Besides, Aphrodite thinks you’re some kinda soap-opera star or something. I kill you,
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Ares is something else.
