"No, 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?"
"Yes. 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.
"Thanks 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 here."
"Bullshit," he growled.
"No, no shit here," she said, indicating her clean floors with her hand. Then she cupped her broken arm to her chest. "You leave this place and you're a dead man. Trust me. The moment you spoke that which will not be spoken and my mother called out the Terminator to destroy you, your death warrant was signed."
Every part of him bled fury. "I won't be held hostage. You understand?"
She laughed at his righteous indignation. "Oh yeah, right. This from the man who knocked me out and then bound me up like a mummy? What was that action?"
"That was different."
"Yeah, only 'cause I was the victim. Oh wait, you're right. I'm doing this to protect you and you did yours to kill me. Maybe I should let you leave. It would serve you right."
"Then why don't you?"
She took a breath to calm herself before she spoke. Anger accomplished nothing and she knew that. It was what had gotten her mother into more messes than an entire crew of Molly Maids could get her out of. "Because I want the truth about what happened the night you came to Olympus. Artemis said that you tried to rape her."
He made a choking noise as if touching Artemis was the worst thing he could imagine. "And what do you think?"
"I don't know. You haven't exactly shown me any high moral fiber here. Maybe she's right and you did."
He moved to stand in front of her. His eyes practically glowed gold in the light as he raked a disgusted look over her. "Trust me, baby. I've never had to force myself on any woman. But let's say, for argument's sake, that I did. Do you think me dumb enough to try it on Olympus under the noses of the other gods?"
He had a point, but she wasn't about to let him know that. "You're arrogant enough. You might."
"Yeah," he said in a low, feral tone, "arrogant but not stupid."
"Then why were you there?"
His features blank, he moved away from her, which made her wonder what he was hiding. There was something about that night that he didn't want to even think about-she could feel it.
"Answer my question."
"It's none of your business," he snapped. "Now if you'll excuse me." He started for the door.
Kat held her hand up and clenched her fist. The door immediately vanished. "I wasn't kidding. You can't leave."
The next thing she knew, she was lifted from her feet and pinned to the wall. "And neither am I. Let me out of here or you will regret it."
She shook her head slowly. "Kill me and you'll never get out." She felt the pressure holding her to the wall increase before it set her back on the floor with a gentleness that surprised her. "Thank you."
He narrowed his eyes on her. "I have to get out of here. There's less than three weeks to Armageddon and I have a lot to do to prepare for it."
"Yeah, and right now I have a broken arm that needs to be tended. So I tell you what. You sit here contemplating Artemis's murder and Armageddon, and I'll be back in a few. But don't break or touch my stuff... or I'll take it out of your hide."
He opened his mouth to speak, but before he did, she flashed herself out of her small house and into the main palace of Kalosis.