Devil May Cry (21 page)

Zakar narrowly missed her with his slash.

The demon laughed. “That's right, slave. Kill your rescuer.” The demon came at her, but she twisted in his arms and lifted him up. Instead of her crashing into Zakar as the demon intended, it was the demon who did. Zakar slashed the demon's throat. He screamed out.

Kat caught Zakar's wrist and pulled the knife from his hand before she used it to finish off the demon. She'd just killed him when Zakar grabbed her from behind and sank his teeth into her shoulder. Yelping, she barely caught herself before she struck him.

Suddenly Sin was there, pulling him away. Zakar fought like a man possessed by unreasoning fury. He grabbed handfuls of Sin's hair and pulled with all his strength.

“Stop it!” Sin shouted in his ear. “It's your brother.”

“Fuck you, gallu, fuck you!”

Realizing there was nothing else to do, Kat held her hands out and blasted Zakar with a kind, but no less stunning, god-bolt. He instantly collapsed into Sin's arms.

Her and Sin's gazes met and she saw the gratitude in his eyes as he swung his brother up into his arms. “Let's get out of here before more of them come.”

She nodded in agreement. “Simi? Fry all the other demons and let's get out of here.”

Simi pouted. “But I'm still hungry.”

“We'll order Diamonique as soon as we get back.”

Simi's bloody face lit up immediately. “Ooo, that's so much better than gallu.” She and Xirena quickly set fire to the demons before Kat and Sin flashed them back to his penthouse.

Kat used her powers to conjure a large bag of Diamonique, which she handed over to Simi and Xirena once they joined them. Squealing, the demons ran to their hotel room to gobble up the stones and left Kat alone with Sin and his brother.

Thank the gods for Diamonique. That should keep the demons occupied for a little while.

His face sad and bitter, Sin carried his brother toward the sofa, which unfolded itself to make a queen-sized bed. The covers pulled back an instant before he laid Zakar on top of the white sheets.

“Is he going to be okay?”

Sin couldn't speak as he looked at the vicious scars on his brother's body. What had they done to him? He looked as if they'd been feeding from him for centuries.

Sin wanted blood for this. Kessar's … the gallu's.

But most of all, Sin wanted Artemis. If not for her, he'd have been there to stop this. He'd have had the power to protect Zakar from their brutality.

No, he took that back. It wasn't Artemis's fault. It was his own and he knew it. If only he hadn't wanted acceptance. Wanted companionship. None of this would have happened. It was his own weakness that had wounded his brother. There was no one else to blame but himself.

His stomach shrank from the weight of pain and guilt that gnawed at him.

He felt Kat gently pulling him back. He started to snap at her, but the intent look on her face kept him silent. Rubbing her hands together, she neared Zakar. She placed the palms of her hands against his eyes as she whispered in Atlantean.

A translucent yellow glow spread out from her hands to cover his body. As the glow moved over Zakar, it knitted his wounds closed and healed the deep scars that marred his skin … even his missing finger was repaired.

Relief and gratitude poured through Sin's body as he watched her heal Zakar.

That she would do this without Sin's asking … it meant the world to him.

When she pulled back, he saw that Zakar's eyes were no longer seared closed. His eyelids and lashes lay against his cheeks in perfect repose. With the exception of the long, gnarled hair, this was the brother Sin remembered.

“Thank you,” he breathed, grateful for what she'd done.

She inclined her head before she moved away from the bed. “They'd punctured his eardrums. I think that's why he didn't respond when you told him who you were. He was deaf.”

Sin cursed as more rage filled him. “I want them dead.
All
of them.”

Her face said she agreed completely. “I hate to say this, but I give Stryker credit. At least he has a code of ethics, screwy though it is at times, that he follows. I can't imagine him doing something like this.”

“It's why we can't let the gallu loose on humanity. They are completely without compassion, mercy, or decency.”

“I agree. But I'm not sure Zakar will be able to help us now. He looks pretty battered, and there's no telling what's been done to him mentally that I can't fix with a simple healing spell.”

Sin hated to admit it, but she might be right. The man on the bed wasn't in any kind of fighting shape. He looked gaunt and weak. They'd be lucky if Zakar could even stand without help. “I wonder how long they've had him.”

“I don't know. But by the looks of it, it's been a while.” Kat brushed at Sin's hair before she rubbed the small of his back. “Are you all right?”

He glanced down at her, his heart heavy. “If he were your brother, how would you answer?”

She didn't hesitate with her answer. “I'd be out for blood.”

“Then you understand me.”

She nodded before she gave a comforting squeeze to his arm. “And I'll be right here, helping you collect it.”

Emotions and tenderness for her choked him at her words. At the fact that she'd been by his side through all this. That she'd healed Zakar …

In a weird way, it'd been like a dream.

Unable to cope with it, Sin pulled her against him and kissed her with everything he had.

Kat sighed at the taste of Sin. She could feel his turmoil even while he held her like she was the most important thing in the world to him, and she wished she could ease it. He'd had a rotten day. But even so, he tasted of heaven and man. How she wished things had turned out better for him and Zakar. They still had the gallu to deal with and Deimos. None of whom would rest until Sin was dead.

It felt as if the whole world was against them. But right now, in his arms, she felt strong enough to take them all on.

Sin growled as he pulled away from her lips to bury his face against her neck. He loved the scent of her skin and breath, the feel of her body against his. For once he didn't have to practically double over to kiss a woman. She was a perfect height for him, and her strength amazed him.

“I think I'm becoming addicted to you.”

She laughed. “You barely know me.”

“Yes,” he said with a wicked grin, “but I know parts of you better than anyone ever has.”

She blushed at that. “You're incorrigible.”

“Not true. I'm highly encourageable. I take very little prodding most days.”

She kissed his cheek before she moved away. “I can't believe you're this playful considering what's going on.”

He let out a tired breath before he raked his hands through his dark hair. “I'm trying to distract myself from the utter misery of guilt and doubt that's plaguing me. There, for a second, it was actually working.”

Kat went immediately to his side to put one hand on his hard stomach and the other on his back. She looked at him with a pained expression. “Oh, hon, I'm sorry. Should we get naked now?”

He rolled his eyes at her sarcasm. “Forget it. Too much of a cock-kill.”

She stepped back, laughing. “Cock-kill, huh? What an interesting expression you've developed.” She gave him a devilish smile. “Perhaps a little mouth-to-mouth resuscitation could bring it back?”

He took his earlier comment back; she was her mother's daughter. She could torment a man with the best of them. “You are evil taunting me like this.”

“I know. I'd apologize, but the agonized look on your face makes it all worth it.”

He lifted his hand to touch her hair. It was like silk on his skin. Rubbing it between his forefinger and thumb, he remembered the feel of her on top of him. “I still don't understand you. Why you're here with me. Helping me. It doesn't make sense.”

“Maybe it's your compelling personality that draws me to you like a moth to a flame.”

Sin snorted. “Repellent, you mean.”

She arched a brow as if surprised by his words. “Is that self-deprecation from a god?”

“Ex-god.”

“Even so, it's not something one usually finds in your breed.”

He rubbed her cheek with the backs of his fingers, savoring the soft texture of her skin. “Neither is a heart or a soul. Yet you seem to have both.”

Kat shivered at the tender look on his face. Warmth spread through her at the sensation of his hand on her flesh. He was delectable. “I keep telling you I'm not a god.”

“Yeah … but you would have been had your mother not been afraid of the other gods finding out she was sleeping with your father.”

Perhaps, but Kat wasn't into titles or power trips. Pantheon politics had worn her down eons ago. She truly wanted no part of that. She just wanted …

Honestly she didn't know. She'd spent most of her life serving her mother's whims. Kat hadn't been born to a world where dreams or ambitions turned out well. Usually those two things resulted in someone's ultimate humiliation or a grand disembowelment.

It'd been her life's ambition to save herself the pain of both. Truly, she'd never even dreamt of knowing a man at all. It seemed inconceivable to her now. But she had been living her life blindly, with no thoughts of a future. The world, her world, just was.

Sin had changed that.

For the first time she did want something, and that actually scared her, because she knew he would never share himself with her that way. It wasn't in him to settle down and have a family. He was a warrior who wanted nothing to do with her mother's pantheon, and though Kat wasn't a goddess in it, she was still a part of it.

Trying to force the issue would only lead to her humiliation. She was sure of it.

“So what were you like as a god?” she asked, trying to imagine him all those centuries ago. He didn't seem like he'd be any better at their politics than she was.

He shrugged. “Like all the others, I suppose.”

She couldn't believe that. “No. I don't think you were ever like them. I know from my glimpse into your life that you never cheated on your wife even though she cheated on you. Why is that?”

A veil fell over his face, obscuring his thoughts and emotions from her. She felt nothing but emptiness.

“I went to Artemis, intending to cheat.”

Kat looked away as she summoned what she'd felt while in his past. He was lying. “No, you didn't.”

“How do you know?”

Not wanting him to know what she was doing, she met his gaze. “I don't believe you'd be faithful all that time and then toss it to the wind on a whim. There was another reason you went to Artemis.”

Anger darkened his brow before he moved away.

“Sin?”

There was no mistaking the wrath in his gaze as he looked at her. “What?”

An intelligent person wanting to live would have dropped the subject, but Kat was more suicidal than most. “Why were you on Olympus?”

His eyes were hollow. “Do you really want the truth?”

“I wouldn't have asked if I didn't.”

He left her then and went to the bar to pour himself a double shot of whisky—it appeared that was always his answer when something truly disturbed him.

He tossed the drink back and grimaced before he glared at her and answered, “I was lonely.” The pain on his face actually stole her breath. “I didn't sleep around for one simple reason. I was tainted. Half human, half god, I didn't fit in anywhere, and believe me, the Sumerian gods were quick to point that out. Ningal, my wife, had abandoned our bed centuries before. She only married me because I was exotic and different. But once the others started in on her for being with a mongrel, she banned me from her bed. After all, what kind of children would she breed with someone who wasn't a full-blooded god?”

He clenched his teeth as if the pain were more than he could bear before he spoke again. “I thought something had to be wrong with me. Whoever heard of a fertility god not sleeping around? A fertility god whose wife was never in his bed? But I wasn't about to become my father and prey on a human woman who wouldn't be able to resist me. It's wrong to use people that way, and I knew how much pain my father's lust had caused my mother. Then Artemis appeared one day while I was out riding in Ur. She was surrounded by deer, looking peaceful and, don't laugh, sweet. I'd never seen a more beautiful woman, so I stopped to chat with her, and then next thing I knew, we were laughing. And in no time, we were friends.”

It made sense to Kat. They were both gods of the moon. They probably had a lot in common. “What made you go to her that night on Olympus? Really?”

He looked away. “Anger. Ningal had humiliated me and I was tired of being laughed at. I was a powerful god, but not so powerful that I could stop her. I knew there was no way I could confront them and win. They would have united against me. So I went to Artemis, wanting her to help me weaken my own pantheon. I thought that if she really loved me as she claimed, we could join forces against them.”

He laughed bitterly. “Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it. I wanted all of them destroyed for what they'd done to me, and they were. I just didn't see my own downfall as part of that plan.”

Guilt tore through her at the agony she heard in his voice, the self-loathing she saw in his gaze. She'd never meant to hurt him or anyone else. “Artemis is incapable of giving what you sought.”

He scoffed. “Thanks, but I'll let you in on a secret. I learned that three thousand years ago when she bound me up and sucked me dry.”

Wanting to soothe him, Kat crossed the room to take his hand before he poured himself another shot. “You do realize what you've just done, don't you?”

“Insulted your intellect?”