Free Duty Calls: The Reluctant War God Book 1 by Bill D. Allen Page A

breath of fear as it rose up my spine. “You have got to be kidding.”
    Jegu found me. I knew it with a certainty that could not be questioned. I knew the touch of his mind. Jegu had found me and Jegu could have swatted me then and crushed me as if I were an insect. I felt the momentous weight of Jegu’s power looming over me. And then I felt a release—a sense of amused tolerance, and then Jegu was gone.
    Holy shit! What had I gotten myself into? This Jegu was something beyond my understanding.

 
     
     
     
    CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
    What the hell? Why make the evening a complete loss? I figured even though I hadn’t been able to scout the enemy camp, I could still get some. I released Blackflame just outside the Black Rose but stayed within the veiled realm until I entered the stable and knew I would not be seen reentering the mortal world. No need to panic a random drunk staggering home.
    I intended to honor my promise to Olo as well, but it would have to wait a while. I was in no mood to visit with his wife and her relatives. I needed a drink and the warm embrace of Angelina to warm my heart after the encounter with the Jegu.
    I walked from the darkness of the stable to the back of the Inn where an exterior stairway led to Angelina’s room. As I reached the bottom steps, I smelled the overpowering scent of roses envelop me.
    I turned around slowly, but saw nothing. I lifted my head to the sky and spoke. “Show yourself, Nanaya.”
    A soft, golden glow appeared. It resolved itself into a shower of golden hair, a young tanned face with deep emerald eyes and ruby lips parted in an amused smile. The rest of the body followed as if emerging from a pool. The voluptuous form was wrapped in a sheer cloth of gold barely concealing her full breasts and the valley of her bountiful hips. Looking down I saw she wore silver sandals on her petite feet, tied up with golden cords wrapping all the way up her perfect calves.
    The shame of it was she was “technically” considered my sister. Not in the genetic sense, were were full gods and so formed out of the stuff of chaos, not like our half-human demi-god cousins—more in the cosmic sense, really. So if you brought science into it, she wasn’t my sister at all. Legally, we had no family relationship at all. I spend a bit more time rethinking that line of logic every time I see her.
    Although, I wouldn’t touch her with a ten foot penis. She was dangerous. I knew her guile was as formidable as her physical beauty, which was only proper for the Goddess of Love… well, love was putting it as delicately as possible. Nanaya was more the goddess of what a young boy felt for a girl, or a porn video, or his hand. Lust didn’t really do it justice either. She was poison, the sweet, delicious, nectar of death to any man, woman or beast. Yet, I still liked her…. hell, I wanted her. I just wasn’t self-destructive enough to consider it.
    “Kaltron, sweet brother. Let me embrace you,” she said and came forward to squeeze me in a soft and sweet smelling arms. Her sparkling blond hair brushed my face, causing a shiver to cascade through me.
    I gave her back a quick squeeze. “Good to see you too, ‘sister’. But enough of your witchery.” I gently pushed her away.
    Nanaya gave me an impish smile with tongue in cheek. “Now, brother. Surely by now you’re immune to my charms.”
    “No one is immune—men, women, children, goats, the freshly dead. No one, my lascivious sister, and you know it.e”
    She laughed. “I love you Kaltron. You’re the only one who never lets me get away with anything.”
    I smiled. “It has been a long time.”
    “Yes. I can’t believe how you’ve divorced yourself from your family.”
    “I couldn’t take it anymore. You most of all should understand.”
    “Well, I don’t. I’ve never understood why you torture yourself, Kaltron. There’s no need for it. You have every right to be happy and powerful. You’re a god. Gods can do anything they