Devil May Cry (34 page)

He moved away from her, his face sullen. “I'm just saying you should put a leash on that power. That's all.”

She held her hands up in surrender. “It is leashed. Now drop the subject or I'll tell Sin you've seen me naked.”

That instantly cleared the sullen look. “I will never bring this topic up again. Oh wait. What topic? I have Alzheimer's. I know nothing at all.” He ran to the food and held up one of the silver domes, then changed the subject. “Do you want the rest of this or can I take it to the demons now?”

“Have at it.”

If a man could leave skid marks, Kish would have as he whisked the cart out of the room to Simi's.

Laughing at his haste, Kat finished her breakfast, showered, then dressed before she headed downstairs to find Sin, who was supposed to be in Damien's office. Instead she found Damien sitting at his desk, talking on his cell phone.

He hung up the instant she appeared.

“I didn't mean to interrupt,” she said sheepishly.

He shrugged it off. “You didn't. I was only bitching.”

“About?”

“Sin's family, who thought they could contain and control demons.”

Ah, that explained it. “I have that same rant about my family some days. Only mine usually involves their tempers.”

Damien put his hands behind his head and leaned back in his office chair as he watched her with an odd half smile. “You really sent a Skotos in to spy on the gallu?”

“You have a better idea?”

“Not really. Seems my bright idea only served in getting my ass handed to me on a platter. I don't want to repeat that humiliation, if you know what I mean.”

At least he had a sense of humor about it. She looked around his office, which was decorated with cult movie figurines and posters. He looked so normal and nice … like anyone you'd meet on the street, and yet at the same time he was lethal. And he lived on people's souls. “Do you know how disturbing it is for me to be having a conversation with a Daimon?”

“About as disturbing as it is for me to work for a Dark-Hunter. But you do get used to it eventually.”

“You do seem to have adapted.”

He straightened up in his chair. “We all do what we have to, to survive.”

“I suppose, and speaking of survival, have you seen Sin?”

Damien straightened a stack of folders on his desk. “He left a short while back, why?”

“I was just wondering. Any idea where he went?”

He shrugged. “We were talking about next week's schedule when he got that weird demon-sensation he gets whenever they've busted loose. Told me to stay here and that he'd be back.”

She was surprised by that. “You let him go alone?”

He gave her a duh-stare. “Well, given the fact that it was in this time zone and there's a little thing outside called the sun … yeah. Burnt-up Daimon wouldn't be helpful to nobody, least of all me and my tailor.”

She narrowed her gaze on him. “Damien…”

“Kat.” He dragged her name out the same way she'd done his. “What?”

“Why didn't you come tell me he was heading out alone?”

“'Cause he does it all the time. Didn't think anything about it. But now that you're here I'll make sure and keep you updated on everything he does. That way you can cut his meat up for dinner and help him tie his shoes and use the potty, too.”

She wasn't sure if she should be irritated or entertained. “You know, I never thought I'd ever meet my sarcastic match. Still haven't, but you come dangerously close.”

He smiled. “I will take that as a compliment.” Damien got up and pulled his jacket from the back of his chair. “Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go make rounds on the floor. See you later.”

Kat shook her head as he left her alone in his office. She had a childish urge to boot up his computer and start deleting files, but she was above that.…

At least for the moment.

Besides, she had an ex-god to locate. Closing her eyes, she used her powers to find him. She honed in and flashed herself to his side. Or rather, a few feet from his back as he held a man down on the street and was beating him for everything he was worth.

It wasn't until she took a step closer that she realized the man on the ground was a gallu. Even so, Sin was relentless as he rained blow after blow on him.

This was the madman she'd met that night in Central Park.

“Sin!” she snapped, trying to get him to focus. “Just kill him already.”

Sin got in one last blow before he did as she asked. When he turned to face her, his expression was hell-born and honestly scared her. He set fire to the demon with relish.

When they'd first met she would have thought Sin an animal for doing such a thing as this, but she'd learned enough about him to know he would never do such a thing without a good reason. “What happened?”

“He was trolling a day care.”

She felt sick at the news. No wonder Sin had been so angry. “But you got him in time, right?”

“Barely. Had I been even a second later…” He shook his head. “It was too close. My attention was on you and your comfort. It wasn't on what it needs to be. I can't allow my attention to falter for even a second. Good gods, can you imagine what it would have done to a child?”

Kat went cold with dread. “What are you saying?”

His golden gaze froze her to the spot. “I need you to go back to Olympus and stay there until this is over.”

The mere thought of what he was asking set her temper on fire. How dare he even suggest such a thing. “Like hell.”

But there was no backing down in his determined gaze. “Don't you understand?” he said from between clenched teeth. “This isn't a game. We are playing with people's lives … children's lives. It's not worth it.”

She more than understood that. But for him to go up against the gallu by himself was suicide. “You can't stand alone.”

“Bullshit. I've been alone since the dawn of time. I've been fighting the gallu single-handedly and doing a pretty damn good job. Believe me, this has to be done.”

No, she didn't believe that. Not for a second. “Sin … you can't throw
us
away because of what could have happened. You got here in time. You have to trust in that.”

“And what if I hadn't? What would you have told that kid's parents then, huh? ‘Sorry I missed saving your daughter, but I was too busy having a nooner'?”

She was appalled at his crudity, and deep down she knew there was more to this than just the close call. “What is really bothering you?”

All emotion fled his face. “I don't know what you mean.”

“Yes, you do. You know exactly what I mean. Something much deeper than a near miss is hurting you. What is it?”

Sin didn't want to feel the pain that was building up inside him. He wanted to stay angry. Rage was something he could deal with.…

Guilt, fear, regret, anguish, loneliness—those were emotions he'd gladly banished. They were the ones that weakened a man.

But when he looked at Kat, he felt all of them and he didn't know how to rid himself of them without getting rid of her, too. “They got to my brother because I was tending to you, Katra. I was more worried over your welfare than his. And now I almost let one of them get to a kid. I can't live like this. I can't. I need my thoughts uncluttered. I don't need a weakness of any kind in my life.”

“Weakness?” He heard the pain in her voice and it tore him apart. “I can kick your ass any day of the week and six times on Sunday.”

A part of him wanted to pull her close, but the sane, rational part knew he couldn't. She was a danger to him, and he couldn't lose her. He'd held his daughter in his arms as her life had drained out of her. He refused to relive that pain with Kat. Her death would shatter him. “You were bitten in a fight that I wasn't even scratched in. Remember? You almost became one of them.”

“Okay,” she snapped, holding up her hands, “so I made a mistake. I forgot about the bite in the ensuing chaos of getting Zakar back. My bad. I own it. I named it. Sue me.”

“You make it sound so simple, but it isn't. I can't afford any mistakes here, and worrying over whether or not they're going to kill you makes me sloppy. It leaves them an opening to kill us both.”

She gave him a knowing look as she calmed a degree. “I'm not Ishtar, Sin. I won't fall victim to them.”

He wanted to trust her, but he couldn't. “You already did.”

“It was a simple learning experience. I got it. It won't happen again.”

She was right about that. Sin wanted to reach out and touch her. But he knew he couldn't. If he did, she would destroy his resolve. “And now you understand my point of view. I won't bury you or burn you and I won't jeopardize anyone else. It's over, Katra. I want you to take your demons and leave.”

Kat curled her lip as she contemplated the dismemberment of a stubborn man. Why wouldn't he see reason? “Leave and let you be overrun by the gallu? What kind of a stupid plan is that? If you don't want me, fine. I'm a big girl. I can handle that. But keep Simi and Xirena. They're the one thing the gallu can't take from you. Let them stand at your back and protect you … please.”

“Fine. If that will make you happy, they can stay. Now I want you out of this.”

Infuriated, Kat held her hands up in defeat. She could tell by his demeanor and tone of voice that he had no intention of allowing her to stay.

Maybe if she gave him some space, he might see reason. But knowing him, she doubted it.

“Whatever. Play all macho if that's what makes you happy. I'm out of this.”

Sin watched as she faded before him. His throat burned as every part of him screamed out for him to call her back. But he wouldn't.

No, he couldn't.

She was a distraction. But most of all, she was a weakness he couldn't allow himself. He'd buried everyone in his life who ever meant anything to him.

He refused to lose her, too. Better to hurt a little bit now and know that she was alive and well than to be here and see her dead.

She would get over this and so would he.

*   *   *

Kat
was livid as she shoved open the doors to her mother's throne room. “Matisera?” she called, wanting her mom. She didn't even really know why. Her mother wasn't the most sympathetic or affectionate of women. Still, Kat needed to feel the comfort of her mother's presence.

But Artemis didn't come.

Acheron stepped out of the bedroom to look at her with a quizzical stare. “Is something wrong?”

Part of her wanted to run to him for comfort, but the other part wanted to keep her distance. Right now, he reminded her too much of Sin. “Where's Artemis?”

Acheron pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. “Big house on the hill. It's the one you really can't miss. Gaudy as hell and seriously overcompensating for a complex of some sort. Zeus is apparently throwing a party and Artemis wanted to stop in and visit.”

Of course she did. She'd probably be gone for hours—it was just Kat's luck.

Acheron crossed the distance between them. “Is there something I can help with?”

“No,” Kat said petulantly. “You're a man and I hate all of you right now.”

He took two steps back. “Fair enough. Since my presence is obviously causing you pain, I'll take my manhood outside to the terrace, where you can join me if you can overlook my obvious birth defect.”

Kat glared at him. It was just like a man to try to make light of this when it hurt so badly. It was why she hated all of their dreaded species at the moment.

Her father went outside to sit on the railing, with his back against a column. The angry part of her wanted to run outside and shove him over it and let him go sprawling to the ground below. And even though the thought gave her a moment's amusement, she knew the truth. She wasn't really angry at her father.

She wanted to crush Sin.

Unable to stand it, she went outside.

Acheron turned toward her with an arch stare.

“Why do all men have to suck?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest. “I knew you all sucked and still I stupidly fell in love with one of you. Why? Why would I be such a masochist? You pour your heart out to a man and what does he do? ‘Could you change the channel, babe?'” she mocked in a faked masculine tone. “You're all pathetically cold. You don't care about anyone but yourselves.”

Acheron duplicated her pose, folding his arms over his chest. “Do you want my input or is this just an angry tirade you need to vent?”

“Both!”

“Okay, you rant and I'll add my comments at the end.”

Why did he have to be so damned reasonable? It actually snapped her out of her anger enough so that she was moderately accommodating. “No, by all means, go ahead. You have something to say, say it.”

“For the record, this isn't a male/female thing. It's a people thing. You talk about men being cold … you should see women from my standpoint. We're talking Arctic tundra would be warmer. Believe me, you don't want to know my vantage point on your gender. As a man, if I grabbed your breasts, I'd be arrested. Any idea how many women have felt free to grab my crotch at will?”

“Dad!”

“Sorry, but it's true. Women are just as quick to use a man as a man is to use a woman. It's not right to judge an entire gender or group by the actions of a few assholes.… Now what has Sin done to cause you to hate all the rest of malekind?”

“It's not just Sin,” she said defensively. “Look at what Grandpa did to Grandma. What—” She caught herself before she let her next thought slip.

“I've done to your mother.”

Damn, he'd guessed it. She bowed her head down, feeling sheepish and churlish. “I didn't mean it like that.”

“Don't apologize. You thought it and I heard it loud and clear.”