"Yes, you would have."
He thought about that for a moment. But as usual she was wrong. "No. Definitely not. Only you would move me to that kind of violence over something so insignificant."
"You're such a bastard."
At least she got that right, in more ways than one.
He leaned his head back against the column so that he could look up at her. "Why? Because I won't do your bidding?"
"Yes. You owe me this. You made me get rid of my assassin and now I have no control over those creatures that-"
"That you created," he added, interrupting her angry tirade. "Don't forget the important part here. The Dark-Hunters wouldn't exist at all had someone, and for the sake of your missing intellect let me clarify that, you, not stolen powers from me that could bring back the dead. I didn't need the Dark-Hunters to help me fight against the Daimons and protect the humans. I was doing fine on my own. But you wouldn't have it. You created them and made me responsible for their lives. It's a responsibility that I take most seriously, so excuse me for banning you from killing them because you have reverse PMS."
She scowled. "Reverse PMS?"
"Yeah, unlike a normal woman, you're cranky twenty-eight days out of the month."
She moved to slap him, but he caught her wrist in his hand.
"You haven't bargained for the right to hit me."
She wrenched her arm away from him. "I want him dead."
"I'm not your tool in this." And lucky for Sin, Ash was here.
He was the only reason Artemis didn't kill Sin herself. They'd made the pact centuries ago, after she'd flambeed a Dark-Hunter for one erroneous comment, that she would never again go after a Dark-Hunter without Ash's approval.
Her eyes were still seething. "Sin's up to something. I can feel it."
"Of that I have no doubt. He's been plotting your murder since the day you stole his godhood from him. Lucky for you, I'm in the way and Sin knows it."
She narrowed her eyes on him. "I'm surprised you're not helping, him kill me."
So was he. But in the end, he knew he couldn't be a part of that.
He needed Artemis in order to live, and if he were to die, the world would become an even scarier place than it already was.
Too bad that. 'Cause honestly, he wanted nothing more than to bid her ass goodbye and never look back.
Artemis shoved at his raised knee. "Aren't you at least going to ask him why he was at the museum? And why he assaulted those officers? "
A sliver of hope went through him. "Are you going to let me leave to do it?"
"You owe me three more days of service."
So much for hope. He should have known better. The bitch had no intention of letting him out of her temple until his two weeks were up. It'd been a bitter bargain he'd made with her: two weeks as her pet sex slave for two months of freedom from her interference. He hated playing these games, but one did what one had to.
Even when it seriously sucked. "Then it looks like it can wait."
Artemis growled at him as she curled her hands into fists. Acheron was ever her bane. Why she put up with him she didn't know.
Actually, she did. Even in his stubbornness, he was still the sexiest man she'd ever seen. There was nothing she enjoyed more than watching him move. Or even sit, as he was doing at present. He had the most viciously perfect body any man had ever possessed. His long blonde hair was braided over one shoulder as he leaned back with his arms folded over his chest and his bare left foot tapped in time to imaginary beat only he could hear.
Powerful and bold, he bent to her will only when she forced him to it by blood and bone. And even then, he did so grudgingly and defiantly. He really was like a wild beast that no one could tame.
For that matter, he bit and snarled at anyone who tried to pet him.
And the gods knew she'd tried for centuries to either win him over or beat him into submission. But nothing worked. He was ever near and ever unattainable. It infuriated her.