Free Ashes of War (Sons of War) by Lia Davis Page A

think she placed the ledger there for you to find?”
    “Yes. The ledger was of a god named Evangelos, minor god of messengers.”
    Turning his head, he met her gaze. “And?”
    Leaning against the bathroom doorframe, Ash rolled the tie to the robe between her fingers. “He was cursed to live on earth as a mortal. There was a section missing from his journal, so I don’t know his crime.”
    He studied her for a long moment, waiting for her to continue. When she remained silent, he asked, “What are you not saying?”
    “Mother said he was dead. What bothers me about the whole thing is she believes it. She is deeply saddened by the mention of him, so I’ve never brought it up.”
    “Do you think she’s being truthful about his death?”
    Ash raised her gaze to his, the annoyed fire lighting up the green of her eyes. “She’s a goddess. If he meant nothing to her, she’d just tell me so. Ditto if he used or hurt her in any way. No, she believes he is dead. I’m sure of it.”
    He swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting up at the same time. “Get dressed.”
    “What? Why?”
    “We’re going to pay dear daddy a visit.”
     
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    Ash stared at Ty as he willed on only a pair of jeans. The dragon had serious control issues, barking out commands like she was supposed to jump to attention. “I can’t.”
    He raised a brow. “Yes, you can.”
    She pushed off the doorframe and strode toward him. “You’re a bossy ass.”
    His sensual mouth lifted at the corners, but there was pure mischief in his gaze. When she walked by him instead of stopping in front him, he snaked one arm around her waist, jerking her back into his front. He pressed his lips to her neck, then growled, “Don’t push me, female.”
    Hot shivers of desire skittered over her skin and rushed through her veins. She wanted to twist around and push him back on the bed, rip his jeans from him, and fuck him like he did her earlier. Memories of the pleasure he gave her multiple times made her moan.
    He inhaled and tightened his hold. “On second thought, push. I’m going to enjoy bringing you to submission.”
    A smile tugged at her lips. “Only in the bedroom, drakon .”
    Chuckling, he nipped at her earlobe. “Get dressed, goddess.”
    He let her go abruptly and she had to reach out for the dresser to catch her balance. The desire and need he raised within her was dizzying.
    Damned dragon.
    Less than five minutes later, they materialized a few feet from the garage where Evangelos worked. Ash watched for movement inside the bays. “He goes by the name of Evan Martin.”
    Ty grunted next to her, much too close for her heightened senses. “Common name. Almost perfect for hiding amongst humans.”
    Yeah, she’d thought the same thing. But was it by her father’s choice or the god who cursed him? Taking a deep breath, she pushed forward. “Let’s get this over with.”
    When they entered the first bay of the garage, she spied Evan with his head under the open hood of a car. As if sensing her, he jerked to a stand and glared at her.
    “You.” He stalked toward her, anger in his green eyes.
    She backed up, unsure what to expect. Then he suddenly grabbed her by the throat. Ty moved in behind him, but Ash shook her head hoping he would let her handle it. To her relief, Ty stopped, but fixed a narrowed eye on Evan as if not liking the other man’s hands on her. Well, she couldn’t blame him. She was a little annoyed with the situation too.
    Focusing on Evan, she said softly, “You have me mixed up with some else.”
    “I think not, goddess.”
    She sighed. At times like these, she didn’t like looking like her mother. At least she knew he was her father. “Let me go so we can go inside and talk. We’ll draw a crowd out here.”
    He narrowed his eyes, a mixture of pain and anger making them darken. “I’ll let you go and kick you out of my business. You’re not welcome here.”
    Her heart ached as rejection started to settle