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was even more chilling.

    Davyn turned left and headed down another hallway. "Urian was one of my best friends and he loved his father more than anything. He'd served him for centuries with absolute loyalty. Believe me, he didn't deserve what he got."

    What had her half brother done to cause so severe a punishment? "Why did Stryker kill him?"

    "He married one of our enemies behind his back."

    She stumbled at his low words, unable to believe so slight an offense would be worth taking a life over, never mind that of one's own child. "That was it?"

    Davyn paused to open a door. "That was it."

    Unable to believe the man's cruelty, Medea hesitated as she sensed something about her escort. "You're Anglekos." They were Daimonswho only preyed on evil humans. Daimons who vowed to take only the souls that deserved to die. Pedophiles. Rapists. Murderers. The lowest of the low.

    He blanched. "How do you know that?"

    "I can sense the souls inside you. You took three kills recently." It was then she realized another fact about him. He wasn't like her father. He still had a heart that hadn't been destroyed.

    Yet.

    "I know why you pick the ones you do, but let me give you some advice. Those souls will wear you down. They will corrupt you until you become the very thing you feed on."

    Davyn watched her warily. "How do you know?"

    That was one question she had no intention of answering.

    STRYKER SAT IN HIS OFFICE, WATCHING ZEPHYRA pace furiously through his new sfora. That woman moved like liquid silver. Hot. Fluid. Graceful. It made every hormone in his body fire into overdrive as he remembered how she'd felt in his arms. How it felt to make love to sucha hellbrand. Her scent and touch were seared into his memories.

    He'd always loved it when she was angry. One time not long after they'd married, he'd pissed her off by flirting with another woman. When they'd returned home, she'd grabbed him and shoved him to the floor, then made love to him until he'd all but gone blind from the plea sure of it. He'd had rug burns on his knees for a solid week afterward.

    "You ever look at another woman and I'll claw your eyes out."

    Instead, she'd clawed most of the skin off his back as they made love the entire night. His heart raced at the memory of her skills and he was instantly hard as he ached for another taste of her.

    Walking away from her had been the hardest thing he'd ever done. But had he stayed, his father would have mercilessly killed her. There was no way Apollo would have allowed them as mortals to defy his divine plans. He was even less forgiving than Stryker was.

    And so he'd done the noble thing. The right thing. Rather than try to fight a losing battle that would have cost them both their lives, he'd lefther alive, thinking that she'd be able to find a man worthy of her.

    And in all these centuries since then, Stryker had thought of her every day and missed her. He'd regretted every moment they had been denied.

    But he'd never regretted saving her life from his father's wrath.

    Unable to stand being away from her for another instant, Stryker flashed himself to her temple in Greece. One of the last remaining temples of Artemis that was still used to worship her, it was as cold and timeless as the goddess herself.

    As soon as Zephyra felt his presence, she turned on him with the full weight of her fury. Her black eyes blazing, she snatched the dagger from its sheath in her boot and advanced toward him.

    "Don't," he said calmly, even though his body was on fire for a taste of her. "Kill me and my men will destroy Medea."

    Zephyra's grip tightened on the dagger as she froze before him. "You would use your own daughter as a bargaining chip?"

    He shrugged. "Agamemnon killed his just tosail a ship to attack his enemy. We are ancient Greeks, are we not?"

    "You were a half Greek pig. I'm an Atlantean Apollite." She returned her dagger to its sheath, then straightened. Her tough stance let him know that she was more than