Free Damian's Immortal (War of Gods 3) by Lizzy Ford Page A

like Jule.”
    Her heart felt like it stopped at the
mention of Jule’s name, and she squeezed her eyes closed, willing
herself not to think of him, lest her father choose that moment to
read her mind.
    “ I’ve been waiting here
for you to call. Have you been there for the past two days?” her
father asked. “I’ve been trying to call your mobile.”
    “ Yes,” she forced herself
to say. “I lost it when I was running from the man with the sword.”
Relief filtered through her; he hadn’t found Jule. He was lying to
her.
    He was lying to her.
    “ Come on home, dear. It’s
safe. I promise.”
    “ Okay, Papa.” She hung up.
There were few things in life she was certain about, and one of
them was that she’d felt safer with Jule during their short time
together than she ever did with her father.
    She pulled out the piece of paper Jule had
written on. It contained a name and a phone number.
    “ Damian,” she read out
loud.
    She tucked the number away and left the bed
and breakfast. She glanced down and realized she couldn’t return
home in clothing that was plainly not hers. After a quick stop at a
clothier to pick up a long wool skirt and sweater, she changed in
her car and drove home. Dread filled her as she drove up the
familiar driveway to the stone manor.
    The car still smelled of blood, and her
thoughts went to Jule again as she exited the car. There was no
sneaking in with a butler and maid waiting at the door. She hurried
into the house and shed her boots and coat as fast as she
could.
    “ My dear,” her father
called. He sounded pleased, unlike the moods he’d been in
lately.
    She braced herself to face him
nonetheless.
    “ You’re flushed. Are you
well?” he asked.
    “ Just a bit distressed,
Father.”
    “ Come with me for just a
moment, and I’ll leave you to the rest of the evening.”
    She trailed him down the hallway towards the
guest parlor. She was surprised to see three people within, none of
whom looked like they fit in the refined, elegant spaces of the
parlor. A man with caramel skin, a woman openly armed with a gun,
and a man Jule’s size with unnatural golden eyes.
    “ My daughter, Yully, has
had a trying few days. It appears as if either you, Damian, or you,
Jonny, sent someone to kill her. Look at her. What kind of creature
would hurt a woman like this?” her father asked. “I’ve killed both
the men who came for her and will kill any others. Gentleman, do
not underestimate me.”
    Yully listened, dismayed by the lies
stacking up on top of one another.
    “ It’s a pleasure, Yully,”
the younger of the two men said. “Rest assured, I didn’t send
anyone to harm you.”
    “ Thank you, Jonny,” her
father said. “Damian can’t say the same. Jule was one of
them.”
    “ Jule,” the large man
said. “Jule tried to kill her.” His piercing gaze went to her, and
she felt compelled to answer him.
    “ Yes,” she said. “Several
days ago.”
    “ He killed a Guardian as
well,” her father said. “He was a bartender where my daughter
frequents.”
    “ Jule wouldn’t kill one of
his own without good reason,” Damian said, plainly
unconvinced.
    “ Sean’s dead?” Yully
asked, not expecting the news.
    “ Yes, dear,” her father
said, attention on his visitors.
    She felt even colder. Sean had been alive
when her father knocked out Jule and brought him here the other
night. If he was dead, it meant her father did it, not Jule, who
had been in the basement.
    The man named Damian still watched her. “I
want Jule’s body,” he said.
    “ It’s been sent to the
immortal realm, where it belongs,” her father replied.
    “ Bring it
back.”
    “ I summoned you here as a
warning that your interference won’t be tolerated. I don’t take
orders from your kind.”
    “ If I remember correctly,
this realm belongs to Jonny and me,” Damian said with a spark of
anger. “You are the guest. You will bring me Jule’s body, or I will
invite the Watchers in to do with you