Free Clarity (The Admiral's Elite Book 3) by HK Savage Page B

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    He’s going to kill me . Becca felt the weight of that surety settle on her consciousness. Black was going to have her killed. Would he make Michael do it? The thought that she would have to look into Michael’s eyes while he took her life, knowing he was under compulsion and what it would do to him was devastating. She couldn’t let that happen. Not only did she have a marked interest in living, she couldn’t let Michael spend an eternity suffering her blood on his hands.
     
    Swallowing hard, she forced one foot to move then the other.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
    “I hate this place.” Gabrielle pointed the nose of the small aircraft in the direction the man with the giant glow sticks indicated. Night was falling at Brandenburg airport and the orange wands were lit, though Gabrielle required neither guidance nor illumination to find the hangar she’d been using longer probably than the man in front of her had been alive.
     
    She couldn’t wait to get Kenneth and get the hell out of Berlin . There was a time when you would have given anything for one more day her e . The thought crept in through some unguarded channel in her mind along with an image of bare skin, tangled sheets, and the ghost of masculine laughter that made her hurt in ways that would floor most who knew her these days. Quickly, she locked it down. That sort of inattention was what got her in so deep with Ryan. The no strings attached sex that had somehow grown not strings, but freaking Teflon cables. Baring her teeth, Gabrielle gripped the controls and growled.
     
    “Enough.”
     
    Voicing the command out loud seemed to give her back control of her sentiments. There was more here than just a call to action for the crazy vampire she hoped had settled into a more tolerable creature than he’d been when turned out to pasture decades ago. There was finally progress on her own personal pursuits. Black’s sources had gotten wind of the monster that had taken everything from her. Just before she left he’d informed her there was another mention of the only name she’d been patiently listening for for decades. If she wanted to finally catch the son of a bitch she was going to have to stay focused. Deep breaths brought her back to calm. She was able to secure the aircraft and transfer her bags to the car without any further unwanted intrusions from her tortured heart.              
     
    Soon her worries were forced out by the demands of tight streets, too many cars, and slow moving pedestrians. Whether they really were slow was debatable, but to Gabrielle, eager to return to the command center inundated by possible sightings captured by satellite imagery and chatter that might again mention her foe, they were positive sloths.
     
    “Move,” she muttered, maneuvering the rented Volvo around a double-parked truck then back into its lane before an oncoming motorist, frantically flashing his lights, was upon her. Her eyes darted from one dark house front to the next, constantly reading numbers and reciting street addresses to keep her brain busy. Amidst blaring horns and waving fists, she shot across two lanes and zipped into a small spot, exactly why she’d taken the smaller model versus her preferred luxury sedan, and jammed a heeled boot down engaging the parking brake with decided finality. Running a hand through her blonde hair to gather it behind her back and off her heated neck, she pushed the button to silence the engine.
     
    Letting out a breath, she stared at the third story apartment where a single light glowed. The rest of the units either were dark or brightly illuminated; Kenneth’s unit seemed to be undecided whether it should hide the monstrosity within or announce its presence with a spotlight. She ignored the tremor that rattled down her spine. Gabrielle remembered Kenneth when he came into the unit about the time Saigon fell, turned by