The truth, however, was very different.

Dressed only in black leather pants, he sat on the stone railing of her temple balcony with his black against one of the columns that lined it. The balcony was made of sparkling white marble that overlooked a breathtaking view of a rainbow waterfall and a perfect forest scene. But then one would expect no less on Mt. Olimpus, where the Greek gods made their home.

If only the inhabitants were as perfect as the landscape... With flowing red hair, unblemished porcelain skin, and sharp green eyes, Artemis would be beautiful if Ash didn't begrudge her every breath she drew.

"Why do you have such a burr up your ass all of a sudden where Sin's concerned?"

She curled her lip at him. "I hate it when you talk like that."

Which was exactly why he did it. May the gods forbid he ever do anything she liked. He had enough problems with that already. "You're changing the subject."

She huffed before she answered. "I've always hated him. He was supposed to die. Remember? You intervened."

She was seriously oversimplifying that sequence of events. "He survived on his own. I merely gave the guy a job after you fucked him over."

"Yes, and now he's gone insane. Did you not see that he broke into a museum last night, knocked out three guards in the process, and stole a high-profile artefact? How is that not exposing your precious Dark-Hunters to public scrutiny? I swear he did it on pur­pose, hoping to get caught so that he could tell the humans about all of us. He's a threat to everyone."

Ash dismissed her anger even though he did agree it was a reck­less move on Sin's part. Usually the ancient ex-god had more sense. "I'm sure he just wanted to touch a piece of home. Hell, whatever artifact he took probably belonged to him or some member of his family. I'm not going to kill anyone because he was homesick, Artie—kind of like killing someone when he's on the can. It's just wrong."