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

shoulder.
    “Sorry,” Kenneth said, feeling bad. “But the Joan of Arc?”
    Besseta nodded. “Yes.”
    Blowing out a huff, Kenneth dropped back against his seat. “My history is a little rough, but wasn’t she fighting the English?”
    “Yes and their allies,” Besseta answered.
    Grabbing his bottle of water, Kenneth drained it then shook his head. “I think anyone who fought the English, you joined them,” he pointed out, and Tiffany giggled.
    “You can say that and be very close to accurate,” Besseta said with a hint of steel in her voice.
    Holding his hands up, Kenneth pleaded, “Hey, don’t get mad at me. I was just making an observation.”
    “A good one,” Tiffany chuckled.
    Besseta looked over her shoulder at both of them. “I’ve fought with the English once, and that was fighting the Nazis.”
    “Hey, you didn’t like the Spanish or Moors much better,” Tiffany snickered. “Let’s not forget the Holy Roman Empire.”
    Hearing that, Kenneth turned to look at the side of Besseta’s face. She just looked ahead with the instrument panel lighting her face. He stared at her for over an hour as they rode in silence. Hoping she would clarify in time, Kenneth finished eating, never looking away.
    “I don’t like rulers who control through fear and murder,” she finally said. “They have different rules that apply to them. That is why I fell in love with America.”
    “What about America now?” Kenneth asked.
    “It’s not what it was a hundred years ago,” she answered. “The powerful families have once again taken power and do as they wish.”
    Nodding, Kenneth cleaned up his wrappers and put them in a bag. “You do know if they crack the code of how to infect the ruling class with the vampire virus, the world is theirs,” he said.
    “Yes,” Besseta mumbled. “That is why I will fight this war.”

Chapter 5
    Late the next morning, Besseta pulled up to the dock. They climbed out, and Kenneth went to the trunk and tried to grab Tiffany’s bags. “Shit,” he mumbled, struggling to lift them. Finally giving up, he struggled with one at a time to get them out. Sweating, he looked up to see both women staring at him.
    “I’ll get them,” he said, wiping the sweat off his brow.
    “Kenneth,” Tiffany said as she stepped forward, “each one weighs more than you do.”
    He took a step back. “Damn, no wonder,” he mumbled. “It’ll just take me a little longer,” he replied with a grin.
    Bouncing over, Besseta kissed his cheek. “We’ll get them, baby. Why don’t you get the boat ready?” she offered.
    Feeling down, he mumbled, “Okay,” gave her a kiss, and trotted away.
    “He is truly remarkable. You made a good choice on him,” Tiffany said when Kenneth reached the boat. She bent down and grabbed the bags with seemingly no effort.
    “Yes I did.” Besseta smiled, taking one of the bags from Tiffany, and they headed down to the boat.
    They climbed on as Kenneth started the motor and backed out. Besseta and Tiffany just looked around as Kenneth drove them to the island. When he pulled up to the dock, Kenneth shut down the motor. “Tiffany, let us go in the house first,” Kenneth said, tying the boat off.
    “Kenneth, I assure you along with Besseta no one is here,” Tiffany said, picking up her bags. “Even if they were, I could handle them easier than Besseta could.”
    Hearing that, Kenneth raised his eyebrows. “No, I don’t want the babies freaking out,” he told her, and Besseta gasped.
    “Oh my gosh, you’re right,” she cried out.
    “Babies?” Tiffany stopped in shock.
    Besseta bounced on her toes. “You won’t believe it,” she cried out and took off. Kenneth smiled and followed. A thousand questions flooded Tiffany’s mind as the two headed for the house.
    “Babies,” Tiffany mumbled as she stood rooted to the dock while Kenneth and Besseta walked into the house. Then she heard barks not of alarm but of joy. “No,” she gasped and took off at a