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what her mother had requested.
    And she had ruined the man before her.
    He'd kill her if he ever learned that truth.
    "What happened to your father?" she asked.
    Sin stroked her fingers with his thumb before he pulled away from her. "Infighting and out-fighting.
    What's the old saying? 'Beware Greeks bearing gifts'? Apollo and your mother came in as friends to
    spread lies. They systematically turned each of us against the other until there was no trust left. Not that
    I'd ever had much to begin with. After I was drained and degodded, I tried to warn the others, but they
    didn't think it could happen to them. I was a fool after all and deserved what happened. They were all
    smarter than I was. Or so they thought."
    "And yet here you are while they're all gone."
    He nodded. "Survival is the best revenge. Me and the cock-roach."
    "And the gallu?"
    He laughed at that. "Probably. It would serve me right to have to fight those bastards for the rest of
    eternity."
    Kat smiled at his humor. He really was a smart, funny ex-god. There was something about him that
    was absolutely infectious, and it made her giddy just to be around him. It wasn't often that she liked
    someone so readily. But even in spite of everything she'd heard about him, she wanted to believe in him.
    It made no sense.
    And yet all she wanted to do was reach out and touch him. To kiss him again and see what would
    have happened had Apollymi not blasted them apart.
    Instinctively she took a step toward him. And she would have probably made a move had a
    strange shiver not gone down her spine. It was a tingle she knew all too well.
    Daimon.
    Born of the cursed Apollite race that was forced to die painfully at the tender age of twenty-seven,
    Daimons could only survive if they began feeding on human souls. It was why they had to be hunted and
    killed. As soon as a soul was taken, it would begin to die in the foreign body. The only way to save that
    soul and send it to its proper place was to kill the Daimon before the soul died.
    Now one of the Daimons was nearby.
    A knock sounded on the door. It made her blood run cold. There was a Daimon outside. She
    knew it.
    She tried to stop Sin as he went to answer the knock, but he didn't listen. He swung the door
    open, and sure enough, there was a tall blond Daimon standing there in a black suit.
    Manifesting a knife in her hand, she ran for him.
    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