“Yes I’m fucking coming,” Ares snapped, finally getting out to where his personal car was parked. Ander was polishing a different one, and when he saw Ares approach, he dropped the rag and ran for the keys. “No. Fuck off. I don’t need a driver today.” Taking the keys from Ander’s obedient hands, Ares jammed them into the car door and got in, and stuck his phone in its handsfree cradle. The dog jumped into the back and settled immediately on the seat as he was trained to.
Tragos had drugged Melpomene and stolen her son. Ares’ son. By Zeus, he should’ve snapped that little shit’s neck months ago. “Where is Tragos?” he demanded, starting the car up with a roar.