CHAPTER SIX
Sin caught Kat against him before she could reach Damien Gatopoulos and stab him through the heart. "Whoa, Kat. "
As Damien jumped back in a way that was reminiscent of a pogo stick, his eyes widened. But he quickly caught his composure once he realized Sin wasn't going to let go of Kat and allow her to kill him.
"He's a Daimon!" she snarled. Damien gave her an indignant stare.
"Yes," Sin said slowly, tightening his hold on her, "and he's my casino manager. "
Kat went limp against Sin as she looked up at his face. Total astonishment colored her pale features as she gaped at him. Even though her grip slackened on the knife, he still kept his hold on her wrist tight lest she go after Damien again and ruin both their nights.
"Excuse me?" she demanded. "He's my casino manager. "
Her anger returned as she started struggling again. Even though it shouldn't, the friction of her body rubbing against Sin's set him on fire. It was hard to concentrate on anything other than how kissable her lips were while her cheeks pinkened from her anger. "You have a Daimon working for you?"
Sin tilted his knee to keep her from colliding any more with his groin before he laughed at her rage. "A couple of them, actually. "
"Don't worry," Damien said, straightening his jacket with a slight tug at the lapels. "I only eat humans who deserve it. "
That really didn't help.
Kat screwed her face up in distaste as she turned from Damien to look again at Sin. "And to think I was actually beginning to like you. I can't believe you tolerate a Daimon to work for you. "
He didn't really expect her to understand, but he had no problem with Damien or any of the others who worked for him. They were men and women whose lives had been ruined because of a Greek god's anger. To him, they were kindred spirits. Apollo had cursed the Apollite race because some distant ancestor had killed the Greek god's mistress and child. While tragic, it should never have led to Apollo's cursing anyone born of their race to die painfully at age twenty-seven. The god had also banned them from daylight and had forced them to live only on the blood of one another. It was harsh and unbecoming of a god who should have had more compassion for the race he'd created, then turned his back on.
Besides, what Damien said was true. Neither he nor any of the others who worked here preyed on the souls of decent humans. They only destroyed the souls of people who deserved to die. And the gods knew there were many humans in this world who needed annihilation and it was only fitting they become victims of a noble predator. That, for once, fate handed to them a just sentence.
Sin smiled at Kat. "Yeah, but he's incredibly honest. Since he took over, no one tries to cheat me anymore. If they do, he eats them. "
She grimaced at Sin's words. "Oh, you're both disgusting. "
Damien made a noise of deep aggravation. "You know, I really resent the fact that you judge me based on one unfortunate fact. Honestly, I'm not a bad guy. "
She wasn't buying it. "You eat people's souls. How can you not be bad?"
"Trust me, these aren't people you want reincarnated. The guy I ate yesterday was a wife-abusing hit man. Good, strong soul. . . rotten human being. "
Sin had to force himself not to laugh when it was obvious Kat wasn't amused. But he knew for a fact that Damien was right. He only took the lives of those who deserved to die, and so long as he did, Sin had no problem with him.
Kat shook her head. "And if you eat enough of those souls, they begin to corrupt you until you become one of them. Everyone knows that. "
Damien scoffed. "Only if you're stupid. I'm two hundred years old and I haven't turned yet. You just have to learn to hum a lot so you don't hear their bullshit echoing in your head. It gets really loud and ugly the closer to final death they go. But then you eat a new soul and it usually finishes off the old one, so there's no real danger of turning evil yourself. "
She tried again to shrug off Sin's hold. "You disgust me. "
Damien took it in stride. "Like you don't have any revolting habits. "
"I don't eat people. "
"Technically, I don't, either. I only swallow their souls. Which, I might add, you should try someday. . . Finger-lickin' good. "
She let out a shriek before she lunged again.
Sin wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up from the floor, which was a really stupid move, since she then proceeded to kick him in the legs. "Why don't you go back downstairs, Damien? I'll call you when I have a minute. "
"Sure, boss. "
Sin waited until the door was safely shut before he released Kat. She turned on him with her nostrils flared and her green eyes snapping fury. "Don't you ever keep me from teleporting again. "
"Why not? You did it to me. "
Kat calmed a degree as she realized he was right. She'd done that to him. Funny, it hadn't seemed like a personal invasion until it'd happened to her. No wonder he'd been so angry in Kalosis. But that didn't change the fact that he was in the wrong where the Daimon was concerned.
"How can you condone what that man does to stay alive?"
"Me? I'm not the one whose uncle went wild on an entire innocent race. If not for Apollo and his condemnation and curse, none of the Daimons would even exist. "
"They killed his son and his mistress," she said as if that warranted the god's unreasonable anger.
"Three soldiers killed his son and mistress," Sin reminded her. "The rest of them were completely innocent. How many of the Apollites did Apollo kill as children the day he went wild on them? Does he even care? Oh, wait a second, I forgot. How many of the Apollites were his own flesh-and-blood children and grandchildren that he condemned to death? Did he care they were damned over something they had no part in? He killed more of his own blood family in anger than the three soldiers who killed that mistress and child. A lot more. "
Kat cringed. Again, Sin was right. The Stryker who served Apollymi was Apollo's own son. Originally, Stryker had had ten children who had been cursed along with him. Out of that ten, all of them had gone Daimon and been killed.
All of them.
"Tell me something, Kat?" Sin said, his voice deep and tense. "If you were going to die at twenty-seven and someone showed you how to live another day, would you really choose the life of a complete stranger over your own?"
"Of course I would. "
"Then you're a better person than I am. Or maybe you just haven't had to fight for survival so you can't truly understand what it's like to look death in the face and have him stare right back at you. " The heat in his voice sent a shiver over her.
Still she wasn't swayed to his side. "You're immortal. What do you know of dying?"
A cold look descended on his features as pain glowed in those golden depths. "Immortals can and do die. Some of us more than once. "
There was something there. . . something she needed to know the answer to.
"And have you ever taken the life of an innocent to live another day?"
His eyes were harsh and cold. "I've done many things in my life that I didn't want to. I'm not proud of them, but I'm still here and I intend to be here for a long time to come. So don't you dare sit in judgment of people when you haven't been in their shoes. "
Kat reached out to touch him even though she knew she shouldn't. The instant she did, she felt the rawness of his grief. But more than that, she saw him with his daughter, screaming out her name as she was killed by demons. His black hair was plastered by sweat against his dark skin. Blood ran down his rage-contorted face and body in thick, crimson rivulets.
She could see him cradling Ishtar against him and feel the searing ache that made her gasp.
Then Kat felt the sharp, crisp pain of something piercing her heart.
She looked down, choking on what seemed to be her own blood, expecting to see a wound. But it wasn't her body she saw. It was Sin's. There was a sword stuck through him and it burned like the ver
y fires of hell. Every beat of her heart sent more agony pounding through her until she wanted to scream from it.
And it wasn't the only painful memory he kept buried. She was in a long, open hallway that was light and airy, with thin white curtains billowing in the breeze. Sunshine poured through it as Sin walked toward the back of his temple in Ur. There was a feeling of happiness in his heart until the sounds of grinding sex intruded on it. The joy turned to vengeful rage as he entered his bedroom. He approached the bed in the corner and parted the heavy red curtains.
What she saw there jolted her into releasing Sin's arm. Kat gasped as she stepped back in shock.
She couldn't breathe. Couldn't see or hear anything other than the unbelievable agony inside her. It hurt. . . it hurt. . . Over and over images continued to flash in her mind. Sin's memories. She saw his wife in the arms of another man. Saw his son, Utu, and his daughter, Ishtar, as they died fighting the demons Sin's own father had created.
The agony was unbearable. . .
How could Sin stand all that had happened to him? How? They had laughed at him and they had shamed him.
Then they had died and left him completely alone. . .
Kat wanted peace, but there was no comfort to be found. All she could see was bitter images that ate at her. Bitter images of guilt and betrayal.
"Help me," she whispered, her heart breaking.
Sin stood beside Kat, watching her shake. The sadistic part of himself enjoyed the sight of her there like that. It was what she deserved for intruding on his emotions and memories.
But he wasn't the bastard he wanted to be and the joy only lasted a millisecond of a heartbeat before he was gathering her into his arms. She was sobbing against him.
"Sh," he whispered as he rocked her. "Let it go. It's not yours to feel. " Closing his eyes, he cradled her against his chest and reached out with his powers to ease the pain she'd taken from him.
Kat continued to tremble uncontrollably as the images receded. She felt the comfort of Sin's arms that warred against the residual emotions that continued to sting her.
There was so much pain inside him. So much betrayal. How could he stand it?
But then she knew. It was what fueled his fight against the gallu. He channeled all the anger and pain and used it to strengthen him.
It was also what kept him isolated from everyone around him. Even Kish and Damien. And she finally understood what he'd said to her earlier. "There is more than one kind of death," she whispered.
"Yes. " His own voice was low and that single word carried more emotion than a lovesick poet. "Cowards aren't the only ones who die a thousand deaths. Sometimes heroes do, too. "
It was true. She'd seen it firsthand and she now understood so much about him.
Kat leaned back so that she could touch his face. He was so handsome in the dim light. His dark features were perfection. Yet she could still see in her mind the blood on his skin, the anguish on his features. . .
And she wanted to soothe him more than anything.
Sin's breath caught as he saw the compassion in Kat's eyes. The sympathy. It'd been so long since anyone had looked at him like that. Hatred, anger, disgust, those he could handle. But this one look was enough to weaken him.
It touched a part of him he didn't even know. And it softened him. He'd never been so naked to anyone. She'd seen his past and she didn't mock him for it. It was refreshing and terrifying.
She fingered his lips, which ignited a spark deep inside his body. It'd been a long time since any woman had. . .
No, he'd never felt like this with a woman. Not even his wife had attracted him the way Kat did. There was something about her that was infectious and inviting. Her humor, her courage. All of it.
And he wanted a taste of her so badly that all he could think of was stripping them naked and making love to her until the end of time.
Or at least until the Dimme ate them. . .
Kat watched the emotions sweep across Sin's face. His desire was bold and hot in those golden eyes, and even without using her powers she knew what he felt.
She held her breath in expectation of his kiss.
His hold tightened an instant before he took possession of her mouth. She laid her hand against his cheek so that she could feel the muscle in his jaw working as his tongue danced with hers. He tasted of wine and man. Of comfort and warmth. She didn't know why, but she found a strange sense of peace with him. Desire overwhelmed her.
Sin growled at the sensation of her tongue sweeping against his. Part of him expected Apollymi to blast them apart again, but as each second passed and all he could feel was Kat's warm touch, he relaxed. There was no one here to break them apart. No one to come between them.
That made him a lot happier than it should.
Gods, she was so sweet. So soft. The warm scent of her skin intoxicated him. He'd almost forgotten how good it felt to hold a woman who knew who and what he was. Then again, she had seen into a part of him that no one else had ever seen. It was a part of himself that even he didn't want to know existed.
He cupped her face in his hands as his senses swirled. All he wanted was to feel her naked against him. To have her long, graceful fingers stroking him. Have her long legs wrapped around his hips as he lost himself deep inside her body.
But instead, she pulled back to stare at him. Her wet lashes glistened as she looked up through them. "I'm sorry for what you've suffered. "
"Don't be. You didn't do it. "
Kat swallowed at his empty tone. No, she hadn't done it all, but damned if her entire family hadn't had a hand in it.
It'd been her grandfather Archon she'd seen in bed with Sin's wife. Kat wondered if Apollymi had known her husband wasn't faithful. If Apollymi did, it explained another reason she hated the Sumerians so.
The politics of the gods was always complicated. And usually painful, but never as much as it was in this case.
Bowing her head, she took his hand into hers and stared at the burn and battle scars. His skin was so dark compared to hers. There was so much strength there. But it was the loneliness he suffered that hurt her most.
"Strength through adversity. " That was what the Chthonian Savitar had once told her when she'd asked him why some people had to suffer such unbelievable strife. "The strongest steel is forged by the fires of hell. It is pounded and struck repeatedly before it's plunged back into the molten fire. The fire gives it power and flexibility, and the blows give it strength. Those two things make the metal pliable and able to withstand every battle it's called upon to fight. "
It'd seemed so cruel to her as a child. Sometimes it still seemed cruel.
But Sin had withstood it with grace.
Lifting his hand, she kissed the worst of the burn scars on the back of his left wrist.
Sin trembled at the tenderness of Kat's actions. Honestly, he didn't know how to deal with it. Insults and attacks he could handle.
Gentleness. . .
That terrified him. "I thought you hated me. "
She let out a short laugh that sent a rush of air over his skin. "I do. " She looked up with an openness that seared him. "You know you shouldn't condone Daimons working for you. "
"My handful of Daimons haven't wrecked nearly as many lives as your mother and uncle, but I notice you still love them. "
He did have a point. "Only on most days. " Kat cleared her throat and moved away from him. "You were going to train me to fight the gallu. "
Even as she said the words, she saw the image of his daughter in her mind. Ishtar had been ripped open by the demons. Literally torn apart. And by the look on his face, Kat could tell he was having the same thought.
"Don't worry," she assured him. "I can handle them. I'm born of two gods. "
He scoffed at her bravado. "So was Ishtar. "
Yeah, but Ishtar wasn't her and didn't have the same genetic makeup. "My father is the harbinger of
death and destruction. My grandmother the Great Destroyer. My mother is the goddess of the hunt. I think I'll be okay. "
"Yeah," he breathed, stepping away from her. "You do have the history of absolute terror and cruelty in your veins. "
She winked at him. "Remember that if you ever come between me and my chocolate bar. "
"I'll try. " His tone was less than convincing. He didn't think her much of a fighter, but he would learn. She'd show him exactly what she was made of.
"So how many Daimons do you have in your casino?" she asked.
He shrugged. "I'm not sure. Don't study them close enough to worry about it. Damien keeps them in line. If they eat the wrong tourist, he kills them. "
"And you're totally okay with this?"
"I trust Damien more than I trust anyone else. "
That made no sense to her whatsoever. Then again, her grandmother controlled an entire army of Daimons and said nothing of the lives and souls they took in order to stay alive. Of course their leader, Stryker, was now plotting her death, but that was another issue.
It took Kat a minute to realize why Sin's tolerance bothered her so. It was because they were here on the same plane as the humans. Stryker and his army had to come to this plane to feed and she'd never witnessed it. Somehow it seemed more wrong to harbor Daimons right in the heart of humanity.
"I thought you didn't trust anyone," she said.
"I never said I trusted Damien at my back or with my life. Only my money. "
"And yet you're trusting me at your back?"
"Not completely. You are to stay by my side so I can watch you. Don't think for one minute that I've forgotten you're the face and voice of the one woman I want to kill more than any other. "
It really was too much to hope he could get past that. But then if someone had taken her godhood, she'd be a little upset herself. "Understood. So what's the game plan other than to avoid Demon and my mother?"
"We have to find the Hayar Bedr. "
Kat frowned at the unfamiliar term. "That would be what?"
"The Forsaken Moon. "
"And would it be animal, vegetable, or mineral?"
"Animal. Definitely animal. "
Why did that surprise her? Oh wait, 'cause it was completely normal to refer to an animal as a forsaken moon. Yeah. . . "Really? What kind of animal would be called the Forsaken Moon?"
"My twin brother. "
Kat was stunned by the revelation. That was something she hadn't seen inside him. "There are two of you?"
His features darkened. "In a manner of speaking. Originally, there were three of us born to a human mother. She was a peasant my father had taken a fancy to and impregnated. We were no more than children when the prophecy came down that said we would destroy the pantheon. In anger, my father killed the eldest triplet; then he came for me and Zakar. Even though I was only ten, I was the stronger, so I hid Zakar in the dream realm and fought my father for the right to live. I told him I'd already taken care of my brother and absorbed his powers. "
"But you hadn't. "
"No, but the idea that I had possessed the power to kill my own brother scared my father enough to give him pause. Even though he still wanted me dead, he decided that since the prophecy had foretold the three of us would cause the destruction, one of us should be all right to live. So I took my place in their pantheon and Zakar stayed hidden for the most part. The humans knew him, but any time they made mention of him I told my father I was the one in their dreams using my brother's name. "
"And he believed you?"
He gave her a wicked grin. "You don't screw with a fertility god if you want to stay vigorous. "
True. Fertility gods had a way with a whammy that could ruin most men's nights.
And their egos forever.
"So where's your brother now?" Kat asked.
Sin let out a tired breath as he left her to go to his bar and pour himself a drink of whisky. "I have no idea. The last time I saw him was after Artemis had drained my powers and left me for dead. Zakar helped free me from her net, but he didn't stay around long after that. He told me there was something he had to take care of and then he vanished. "
"And you have no idea where he went?"
He knocked back the drink with one gulp and poured another glassful. "None. I've tried to summon him. Call him, you name it. Nothing. Not a postcard or whisper for thousands of years. Part of me wonders if he's not dead. "
"If he is, where does that leave us?"
"Basically screwed over raw. " He tossed back another drink. "It was his blood we used to bind the gallu the last time. Which means we need his blood to bind them again. "
"If you're twins, why can't we just use your blood to rebind them?"
He offered her a drink, but she declined with a shake of her head.
Sin put her glass away before he answered her question. "I'm not a Dreamwalker. Zakar is. In dreams, he once battled the demon Asag, the genetic father that was used to create the gallu. During their fight, Zakar absorbed some of the demon's powers. It's why he can stand against them alone and I can't. He understands them and their weaknesses. It was through Zakar that I was able to control and fight the demons. "
"Then how is it that Ishtar died by their hands?"
This time he didn't bother with the glass. He drank straight from the bottle before he responded. "Once I was negated and Zakar had vanished, she was alone in the fight against them. I heard her crying out for help one night and I rushed to her even though I knew I didn't have the power to fight them. "
He swallowed as pain filled his eyes. "It was too late. You have no idea what it feels like to hold your child in your arms and watch her die. To know that if you still had your powers, you could have saved her. " His look pierced her. "I could have forgiven Artemis what she did to me. It's the death of my daughter that I will never get over. If I ever have a chance to kill that bitch, believe me, I will take it. All consequences be damned. "
A chill ran over her at his heartfelt words. Not that she blamed him. She'd seen the pain of Ishtar's death through his eyes and she'd felt his horror and rage.
No father deserved that memory.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she took a step forward. "Sin. . . "
"Don't touch me. I don't need comfort, especially not from the daughter of the woman who took everything from me. "
Kat nodded. She understood that and it made her ache for him. "What happened to Ishtar's powers when she died?"
He polished off the bottle with one last swig. "Before she died, she transferred enough of them to me to keep the universe from unraveling-it's also why I can now fight the gallu and defeat them. After her death, the rest were released, which resulted in one hell of a volcanic eruption. Then Aphrodite entered our pantheon as the goddess of love and beauty to replace Ishtar, and it wasn't long after that, that my pantheon was history. Literally. "
Kat swallowed as she remembered the Greek gods talking about that. Aphrodite had used jealousy as a weapon to turn the Sumerians against one another until they no longer trusted anyone near them. Kat's aunt had been insidious as a manipulator. It still amazed Kat how people who'd known one another for so long were so willing to listen to the lies of a newcomer.
How willing they were to give in to such a negative emotion to the point they would do anything to go after one another just to see their innocent enemy fall.
In the end, they had all paid a steep price.
But that was the past and it wouldn't cure their current dilemma. What they needed was someone who could. . .
She paused as she remembered something Sin had said.
"I have a question. Why can't you do what Zakar did? If you're twins, can't you fight Asag in a dream and then get the same kind of demon powers?"
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "If I had my own powers and not half of Ishtar's, there's a lot of things I could do. . . like kill your mother
for instance. "
She'd walked right into that one. Choosing to ignore his rancor, she tried another thought. "What about the Oneroi?" They were the dream gods for the Greek pantheon. "Could we get one of them to find Asag and fight him?"
"Could try. Of course we have no idea how Asag's venom might affect them since they're born to another pantheon. Could be very interesting. Either it'll work or they'll become a new type of demon we'd have to learn to kill. Who should we pick as a guinea pig?"
Kat screwed her face up at his sarcasm. He was right, though. There was no telling how such a thing could adversely affect one of her cousins. "Looks like Zakar is our best bet. "
"Unless you can talk your bitch mother into releasing my powers, yeah. "
She narrowed her gaze at him. "Well, that's just a little hard, since I can't even talk her into sparing your life, huh? You haven't exactly endeared yourself to her. "
"Oh, excuse my utter lack of manners there. Should we call Mommy dearest and invite her over for tea? I promise to be on my best manners when I choke the life out of her. "
"Whoa," Kish said with a laugh as he entered the room to their right, "what is this? Battle of the Sarcastic and Pissed? Should I make popcorn? Forget American Idol, man. This is much more entertaining. "
Sin cast a murderous glare toward his servant. "Is there a point to your latest irritation, Kish?"
"Had a sudden death wish. Felt the deep need to come up here and have you freeze me again. I like being a statue. . . just so long as you don't stick me in a park somewhere and let pigeons shit all over me. "
Kat had to stifle a laugh. Oh, if looks could mutilate, Kish would be a kish kebab.
"Okay," Kish said, stretching the word out, "so the point of my visit is there's a man downstairs wanting to speak to you. He says it's urgent. "
"I'm a little busy. "
"I told him that. "
"Then why are you disturbing me?"
Kish held his closed fist out. "He wanted me to give this to you. "
Sin had to struggle not to roll his eyes at his servant. "I don't take bribes. " But as Kish let fall a small medallion into Sin's hand, his agitation evaporated. It was an ancient Babylonian coin. "Did he happen to mention his name?"
"Kessar. "
Kat frowned at the name she'd never heard before. "Kessar?" she repeated.
Sin didn't speak as cold dread and anger shrank his stomach. "He is to the gallu what Stryker is to the Daimons," he explained.
Without another word, he snatched a cane from the wall and headed for the elevator to take him down to the casino.