Free Blood Revolution (God Wars, #3) by Connie Suttle Page B

Russian—Igor Karyavin was his name, and the other two were Americans. Brothers, too. Jack and Caleb Stafford."
    "We've been tracking Karyavin for a while. I had no idea he was in the country," Bill said. "Do you know where he is now? Karyavin can cause more trouble than anybody might imagine."
    "Dead," I said. "Along with the other two. They all bore an obsession, and they were going to kill those women. I stopped them and sent the women home."
    "You killed them the same way you did the driver?" Opal asked. "Damn, I knew I liked you for a reason."
    "Opal, it only sounds impressive," I sighed. "It's a necessity when I do it, because there isn't any other way to protect the innocent."
    "Breanne, I realize it's a necessity," Bill said. "I'm just glad we have you here to explain this. If you weren't, we'd still be in D.C. and fumbling in the dark, thinking this was just another crazy serial killer that the locals should deal with."
    "I've been sneaking around, doing my own investigation, but this is such a confusing mess," I said. "Hank doesn't want me out of his sight, and how can I explain any of this to him and Jayson, anyway? I haven't told him that he was almost in the same situation as Dale Saylor—having customers taken from his club and murdered. He still ended up in the spotlight when John was killed. Three dead women would have made things a whole lot worse."
    "Breanne, I don't know what to say about this. You continually terrify me," Bill huffed. "It's not that I think you're helpless—far from it. I'm just afraid of losing you. I don't think my heart will take that much punishment again. Hank probably feels the same way—he doesn't want to lose you, either."
    "Bill," my shoulders drooped. "I don't want to upset either of you, but who else do you have to track a Sirenali? Do you know how dangerous these obsessions really are? How many girls died because of it? How many have died in San Francisco, recently? All it takes is obsessing vampires, werewolves or anything else that's stronger than humans and things get bad in a hurry."
    "This isn't good," Opal placed a hand on Bill's arm. "If this thing can order vampires around, we really don't have any defense against it. Bill, we don't have a choice except to put Bree in the middle of this."
    "Breanne, I worry about your emotional health, not just your physical well-being," Bill shook his head. "I don't want you out there on your own, chasing these things down. You need somebody at your back. Opal will be here with you, if I can't be. I have meetings scheduled in D.C., but I can fly back and forth when necessary. Hank's ex-special ops, so he can help out whenever he's available. I have his records—Hank's a badass when he needs to be."
    "I worry about you—I know you think you're protecting me, but really," I began.
    "That's not up for debate," Hank settled in the seat beside me.
    "Huh?" I stared at him. He was still dressed completely in leather—except for the shirt he wore under the vest.
    "Breanne Hayworth, listen to me," Hank took my chin in his hands. "Bill and I love you. Opal loves you. Jayson, Kathleen and Trina love you. You're not going anywhere without somebody with you. I have a license to carry a gun. Jayson does, too. Opal can carry whatever the hell she feels like carrying, as can Bill. I don't want more of your disappearing for two years. That's bullshit."
    "Hank," I attempted to pull away from him. He held onto my chin and leaned in to kiss me. Hard. "I just buried a friend," Hank murmured against my mouth before kissing me again. "That was hard enough. If we lose you, the world might fly apart."
    He pulled back, his dark eyes locked on mine. "Understand me? You don't go anywhere alone. Somebody goes with you, and that somebody better be packing."
    "Breanne, it's not just the ones you're hunting," Bill said.
    "Huh?" I turned my gaze from Hank to Bill.
    "You're getting death threats on those fucking websites," Opal jumped in. "All those Joyce