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to hit him.
    He caught her hand, then grabbed her throat and shoved her back into the wall with a force so
    great, it rattled her to the marrow of her bones. Had she been human, it would have rendered her unconscious
    or dead.
    As it was, it hurt like hell and it seriously pissed her off. "What are you?" she asked.
    He didn't answer as he picked her up—something that was no small feat given the fact that she
    was six foot four and solidly built—and tossed her into a parked car so hard she bent the hood and
    popped the latch on it. The windshield shattered under her as the car alarm began wailing. She could
    barely breathe as she tasted blood in her mouth. Pain pierced her.
    She tried to move, but her arm was broken and she seemed to be stuck in the bowed, shattered
    windshield. His eyes churning red, the man stalked toward her.
    Just as he reached her, she saw something falling from the top of the building in front of her.
    Nothing more than a black blur, it hit the ground so hard, it splintered the concrete.
    It took her a second to realize what it was, and what it was shocked her even more than the
    creature attacking her.
    It was Sin, dressed all in black leather. Crouched low, he rose slowly to his feet, prepared for
    battle. His eyes were pinned on the man in front of her.
    "Gallu," he said in a low, sinister tone. "Try picking on someone who can fight back."
    The men left her to attack him. He swung at Sin, who raised an arm to catch the blow on his silver
    vambrace before he delivered a staggering blow to the man's chin. The man staggered back. Sin punched
    him hard in the chest, driving him back another step.
    While the man wobbled from the blows, Sin pulled back his long coat to show a large dagger. The
    man came at Sin with his mouth open, trying to bite him. Sin dropped to the ground and swept the man's
    feet out from under him. The man hit the cement hard. Sin turned and drove the knife deep between the
    man's eyes.
    The man screamed, writhing on the sidewalk as he flailed and kicked.
    "Oh, shut the fuck up," Sin growled before he pulled the dagger out and stabbed the man again.
    Kat slid off the car, cradling her broken arm, and before she could stop him, Sin decapitated the
    dead man and burned him right there on the sidewalk. She recoiled at the horror of it. They were in
    broad daylight and Sin didn't even seem to care.
    Anyone could see this.
    Before she could move, Sin was in front of her, grabbing her. "Are you bit?"
    He didn't even look at her face before he started frisking her.
    She hissed as he touched her broken arm, but he didn't pause in his inspection.
    When he pulled up her shirt to look at her stomach, she slapped his touch away. "Get your hands
    off me."
    "Did he bite you?" he snarled, punctuating each word harshly. It was then he looked up at her face
    and froze.
    A heartbeat later, he grabbed her throat and started choking her.
    CHAPTER THREE
    Kat lifted her legs and kicked him back. Sin hit the ground with a whoof before he flipped to his
    feet and came after her again.
    She pushed herself away from the car and ducked his hands, then sucked her breath in sharply as
    she hurt her arm—that only made her angrier. "Trust me, asshole, you don't want a piece of me."
    His nostrils flared. "Oh yes I do. I've been dreaming of strangling you for centuries."
    What the hell did he mean by that?
    All of a sudden, the sound of approaching sirens rent the air. Kat turned her head to listen, but the
    instant she did, he grabbed her.
    This time when she went for him, he moved faster than was humanly possible. One moment they
    were on the street and in the next everything went black.
    Sin smiled evilly as Artemis collapsed into his arms. It was true he lacked the bulk of his
    god-strength, but his brother had made sure after Artemis had drained him that he still had enough juice
    to protect himself.
    Even against the gods.
    He couldn't believe fate had been so kind as to throw the bitch right into his