Katra moved forward and ripped his shirt open to expose the jagged wounds in his chest from the dagger Artemis had repeatedly planted there. He started to shove Kat away, but before he could, she manifested a cool rag in her hand so that she could clean the wounds. Her kindness made no sense to him whatsoever given her genetic makeup. Not to mention, he wasn't used to anyone helping him for any reason. Everyone he'd ever known had turned their backs on him and left him to suffer.
People weren't kind and he knew it. Not unless the act of kindness could benefit them in some way.
"Why are you helping me?"
She gave him a withering glare. "Who said I'm helping 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?"
"And 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."
"Would you stop saying that?" Kat said from between clenched teeth.
Like that would ever stop him. "She is a bitch."
"Not that, the other part. And actually you better stop saying both or I'm going to tend this wound with a salt poultice."
"Why? 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?"
"That's hardly any of your business."
"It 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?"
"You 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.
"Don't worry. I won't tell the other gods about your small penis problem."
She appalled him. "You are your mother's daughter."
"And I told you to stop saying that."
"Why?"
"Because 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."