Ares went across to Nikkos and whistled to get him to stand to attention. "Nikkos. Guard," he said. "Stay." Melpomene could have the leftover dog food out of the car until she could get some of her own, he thought, going out and calling Sparta to heel.
He was going to have to have a long conversation with Laz, he could tell that much. He'd just dropped everything and left, leaving his second to pick up the slack. He absolutely trusted him to do so, of course. Maybe one day Deimos and/or Phobos would come back, and he could have one of his true sons to help him run things. That would be-
"MOTHERFUCKER!!" Ares stopped in his tracks as he took in the appearance of his car, the smashed wing mirror hanging loose, scratches and dents and the hole in the shattered windscreen. "THAT LITTLE BITCH!!"