Free Vengeance in Blood (Book 2): Tribulations by Thomas A. Watson

had to be done. I wish you would’ve come to me before you did it.”
    “Well, I just found out where you were,” Besseta said, looking out the window and seeing Kenneth carrying several bags.
    “Just how did you find me?” Tiffany asked, narrowing her eyes.
    “Smelled you,” Besseta said, watching Kenneth walk toward them.
    “I figured as much, but how did you know where to start?” Tiffany asked.
    Looking back at Tiffany, Besseta grinned. “You wouldn’t believe me, but I will tell you in time. It’s not that I don’t trust you; when I tell you, Tiffany, you will become hunted if others find out.”
    Tiffany let out a laugh. “Hah, like I’d worry,” she snickered as Kenneth opened the back door and climbed in. The smell of food flooded the car as he set the bags down and put on his seatbelt.
    “I got each of you a hamburger and fries,” he said as he started digging in the bags.
    “Baby,” Besseta whined and looked up in the rearview mirror to see Kenneth just giving her a blank stare. “Fine,” she huffed.
    “Just a few bites,” Kenneth said, passing up the food and a bottle of water. “I know you don’t need a lot of food, but you still need food.” Tiffany smiled as Kenneth passed the food for both of them forward. Besseta started the car and pulled back on the road.
    Unwrapping her burger, Tiffany looked at it in shock. It smelled really good, but the look left a lot to be desired. “This is edible?” she asked.
    “Yes, they aren’t that bad,” Besseta said, taking a nibble, and looked over her shoulder at Kenneth and gave him a smile. She wasn’t really hungry but couldn’t tell him no.
    Tentatively, Tiffany tested the burger and gave a nod. It was alright even though there was no way she could eat the whole thing. “Yes, it is good.” She smiled and noticed Besseta eating a French fry. Looking down at her box of fries, Tiffany grabbed one and admitted she liked that as well.
    “Tiffany, do you have any identification?” Besseta asked.
    “Like what?” she asked, confused. Besseta knew who she was.
    “Like passport, license, credit card, any of those?” Besseta asked.
    “No, why would I need them?”
    “To get across the border,” Besseta told her.
    Tiffany took another nibble. “I’ve never needed them before,” she admitted.
    After four small bites, Besseta folded her burger up. “If you move around close to humans, you must have had some,” she said, looking over.
    “No, though I rarely stay close to the human world unless I need something,” Tiffany responded.
    “We’ll have to get you some,” Besseta told her. “When we get to the border, you’ll have to cross and wait for us.”
    “It’s not like they can stop us,” Tiffany pointed out.
    “True, but we don’t want attention,” Besseta said. “The others after us will know we were here.”
    Tiffany thought about that and liked the reasoning. “You are a natural tactician.”
    “Fight in enough wars, and it just rubs off,” Besseta told her as Kenneth sat back, listening.
    “Never knew you to really fight in the wars, just punished those that were fighting who hurt the civilians. Well, with the exception of joining Jeanne’s army,” Tiffany said and took another bite.
    Just staring as she drove, Besseta had small smile on her face. “Jeanne was nice and a good person. I really liked her,” Besseta admitted.
    “Are you still mad about me agreeing with the League for not allowing you to rescue her?” Tiffany asked but turned to look away.
    Shaking her head, Besseta said in a low voice, “No, you were right. If I would’ve tried, they would’ve killed me, and even if I managed to get her out, the church would have condemned her and her family,” Besseta said.
    Leaning forward, Kenneth asked, “Jeanne’s army?”
    “Jeanne d’Arc,” Besseta said over her shoulder.
    “JOAN OF ARC!” Kenneth shouted, making both startle.
    “Baby, please don’t shout,” Besseta said over her