"They haven't yet. Since their civil war, all they want to do is guard their own territories and ignore the rest." Sin set the cane down on the floor.
Kat cocked her head, remembering the way Kessar had reacted to it. It alone had given the demon pause. "What is that you're holding? Demon kryptonite?"
"Sort of." He lifted the handle to show her a thin blade, which was exactly what she'd expected it to conceal. "It was created by Anu much like the Atlantean daggers that kill the Charonte. It's how we kept the gallu in line."
Ooo, she liked the sound of that. "You got any more of them?"
"No," he said with a sigh. "After all these centuries, they've become brittle. This is the last one I have, and since Anu isn't around to make any more..."
They were screwed. He didn't have to say the words her mind said them for him. "Would an Atlantean dagger work on them?"
"I don't know. You got one?"
"Not really. I was just thinking out loud. You weren't supposed to call my bluff."
"Sorry to spoil your thinking." Sin turned to Kish, who'd been unbelievably quiet through everything. "Uncover the mirrors throughout the casino. Make sure that we have mirror coating on all the entrances."
Kat frowned. "To keep out the Dark-Hunters?"
"To keep out the gallu. Mirrors show them for what they are. They won't go near one."
Damien snorted. "I like the idea of keeping the Dark-Hunters out better."
Kat gave him an arch look. "I'll bet you do. I'm surprised none of them have been in here cleaning house, so to speak."
"I'm not real friendly to them," Sin said. "The ones here know I own this place and they give it space. After all, unlike true Dark-Hunters, I'm not banned from hitting or killing them, and they know it."
She gave him a sarcastic doe-eyed, worshipful stare. She even folded her hands under her chin and spoke with a fake southern drawl. "You're just such a sweetie pie. I can't imagine why the other Dark-Hunters won't let you play their reindeer games. Shame on them all."
He ignored her except for a little eye rolling. "Damien, keep a watch out for any more gallu until Kish can get the mirrors in place."
"You got it."
Kish headed off toward the nearest wall.
Picking the cane up, Sin turned and headed back for the elevators so quickly that Kat had to practically run to catch up to him.
He didn't speak as he held the door for her. She was rather stunned at his uncharacteristic chivalry.
"Thanks."
He inclined his head before he stepped back and let out a long breath. She could sense that he wanted to say something, but at the same time he didn't want to say it. He wouldn't even look her in the eye. There was something so incredibly boyish about his actions. It wasn't like him to be uncertain about anything, and she found it oddly endearing.
While the take-charge Sin was sex on a stick, this one was lovable. Adorable and sweet. A strange dichotomy for the man she was learning.
Alter a few seconds, he gave her a sheepish glance. "Do you have the powers to locate my brother?"
So that was what had bothered him. Sin had asked for her help. It was something she was sure he didn't do often. Heck, from what she'd seen, this could very well be the first time in his life he'd done it. "I wish. Sorry."
He cursed.
"But..." she said, hoping to cheer him, "my grandmother has the sfora. It might be able to locate him."
Sin frowned. "Sfora?"
"It's like a crystal ball. You ask it to show you things and it does. Usually."
There was no missing the relief in those gold eyes. "Would you try for me... please."