Devil May Cry by Sherrilyn Kenyon

you?”
    He arched a brow at her as he looked pointedly at her hand that was wiping away his blood.
    She cleared her throat before she answered. “I don’t like to see people get screwed over, okay?”
    â€œAnd why don’t I believe that? Oh wait, I know. Because you’re the daughter of the biggest bitch who has ever lived. One who makes her entire life an event of screwing over anyone she comes into contact with.”
    â€œWould you stop saying that?” Kat said from between clenched teeth.
    Like that would ever stop him. “She is a bitch.”
    â€œNot that, the other part. And actually you better stop saying both or I’m going to tend this wound with a salt poultice.”
    â€œWhy? Aren’t you proud of Mommy dearest?”
    Kat’s green eyes met his and they were smoldering. “I love my mother with everything inside me and I would kill or die to protect her. That’s why you need to stop talking like that about her because I will kill you.”
    Sin paused as a frightening thought went through him. If Katra was Artemis’s daughter …
    He could remember Artemis pulling him toward her bed as his head was fuzzy from drink. She’d torn his shirt from him and then thrown him down on her mattress.
    Artemis was supposed to be a virgin.…
    An awful feeling went through him. “Oh shit, you’re my daughter, aren’t you?”
    Kat screwed her face up as if that was the most repugnant thought she could imagine. “Don’t flatter yourself. Your genes could never have created me.”
    Yeah, right. She was beautiful and tall—taller than Artemis, which could easily have come from him. Her skin was a darker hue.… His stomach shrank in trepidation. “Then who’s your father if it’s not me?”
    â€œThat’s hardly any of your business.”
    â€œIt is me, isn’t it?”
    She rolled her eyes at him before she knitted his wounds closed with her fingers. “Men and their egos. Trust me. My mother wouldn’t have you in her bed even if you were dipped in chocolate-coated caramel.”
    Oh, now that really offended him. “Excuse me? I’ll have you know I happen to be damn good in bed. My skills are unsurpassed. I wasn’t just a god of the moon. I was the Sumerian god of fertility. You know what that means, don’t you?”
    â€œYou have a lot of penis envy over the other fertility gods?”
    He shoved her hands off him, then started to get up only to wince and fall back.
    â€œDon’t worry. I won’t tell the other gods about your small penis problem.”
    She appalled him. “You are your mother’s daughter.”
    â€œAnd I told you to stop saying that.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œBecause no one’s supposed to know about me.”
    He scoffed at the anger in her tone. “What are they? Blind? You look just like her.”
    â€œNo, I don’t. I look mostly like my father. I only have my mother’s eyes. How you guessed it is beyond me.”
    There was no surprise there, either. “You have the same voice.”
    Kat pulled back and frowned. “Do I?”
    â€œYes. The accents are different, but the tone of it isn’t. You sound just like her.”
    Kat pushed herself to her feet and moved away from him, disturbed by his disclosure. He was highly perceptive. Something most men weren’t. Then again, people in general weren’t normally that perceptive, and it made her wonder if anyone else had ever picked up on the similarities in her and Artemis’s voices. If they had, they’d been smart enough to keep it to themselves.
    â€œThanks for the help,” Sin said, indicating his mended chest before he repaired his shirt with his powers. Then he tried to leave her house by flashing out only to learn that he couldn’t. “What the…?”
    Kat shrugged at his angry glare. “You have to stay