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path... Now she was
    his and he was going to make her pay for what she'd done to him.
    Smiling at the very thought, he flashed himself to his penthouse in Las Vegas. None too gently, he
    dumped his prisoner on his black leather sofa before he went to his bedroom to gather a few necessary
    items. Holding a goddess hostage was tricky business. Once she awoke she'd be pissed and wanting
    blood.
    His blood.
    Therefore he'd need a few things to make sure she didn't use her powers to rip his heart out.
    Opening his closet, he moved to the back and shoved his clothes to one side. Hidden behind them was
    his vault. The door was made of tarnished bronze and held a hand and retinal scanner. Rather
    impressively modern given the fact that he was an ancient Sumerian ex-god. But one had to make
    adjustments when one was locked in the hell that was the human world.
    He opened the door and moved inside where he kept the remnants of his own temple in Ur—what
    few things Artemis hadn't destroyed after she'd eliminated him. It wasn't much, a gold urn or two and the
    altar tray where his worshipers had once placed offerings. He'd also kept a few statues, but most of the
    vault's contents were taken from his daughter's temple in Ur. After her death, he'd tried to save anything
    that bore her image and those were carefully preserved in the glass cases around him.
    But that wasn't what had brought him here. What he sought rested in the far back corner, in a
    leather trunk that creaked eerily as he opened it. A sadistic smile curled his lips as he found the one item
    he'd saved all these centuries.
    The diktyon that Artemis had used to tie him in place as she sucked his powers from him.
    Something in its composition rendered an immortal powerless. It kept them trapped and helpless.
    He could still feel the humiliation of being at her mercy.
    And once the bitch had drained him, she'd dumped him in the desert still wrapped in the net.
    "Thanks for being so compliant. Now to pit the rest of your pathetic pantheon against each other
    until they're all gone." Her laughter had rang in his ears.
    Like a milk-whelp, he'd been forced to call out to his family for help. His father had laughed and
    then turned his back on him... as had all the others. The only one to show him pity had been his brother,
    Zakar. If not for him, Sin would still be lying in the desert.
    Rotting or worse.
    Of course their laughter had died out soon enough. Artemis had fulfilled her promise. Almost every
    member of his family had been disposed of by the Greek gods. The Greeks had either absorbed their
    powers and replaced them or they had turned them against each other until none were left. That had been
    three thousand years ago.
    Now it was time to settle the score.
    Grabbing the net, he headed for the couch where he'd left Artemis "sleeping."
    She was still lying right in her spot, unconscious. Good. You know, you could kill her right here.
    Right now...
    The temptation was strong. But then what fun would it really be? She was unconscious. She
    wouldn't feel it. Would know it. Besides, she was a goddess. To kill her while she still had her godhood
    would cause a rift in the universe.
    The only way to destroy a god was to dispense or absorb their powers and then kill them.
    Not to mention, he wanted to see her suffer. He wanted to look her dead in the eyes when he
    sucked her powers out and reestablished his godhood—wanted her to know the abject humiliation and
    pain of being completely vulnerable.
    And that he could only do if she were awake and alive.
    Damn.
    With that in mind, he took his time cocooning her in the webbing. Let her be held down by her
    own weapon. It was only fitting. If he were lucky, she'd cry like a baby and beg for a mercy he had no
    intention of giving her.
    Oh yeah, he could hear her now...
    "Please Sin, please let me go, I'll do anything."
    "Bark like a dog."
    She would too. She'd be crying and hysterical. And he'd just laugh at her. He savored the