Vengeance in Blood (Book 2): Tribulations Read Online Free

was going to be moved up the ladder. When you accept entry, you are rewarded.”
    “When were you going to kill me?”
    Ted looked away. “It was discussed we would keep you till we had captured fifty, but when it was reported you were out sick, we marked you for termination.”
    “Who did?”
    “The council asked for mine and Victor Lowell’s recommendation, and we agreed you were an asset we couldn’t let the vampires or the public know about. You seem to have the ability to interrupt mountains of data very quickly and have unequaled interrogation techniques like knowing when someone is lying,” he answered, speaking very quietly.
    Not liking that they knew that much about him, Kenneth changed questions. “So the council is still meeting?”
    “By video only,” Ted told him, looking up. “They are very worried about the attacks. The vampires seem to be persuasive with interrogation.”
    “On that, you would be very correct,” Kenneth nodded. “Now let’s discuss your safe houses, retreats, and meeting places.”
    That afternoon, Kenneth was fixing the agent another sandwich. True to her word about not making food for the prisoner, Besseta sat on the barstool, watching him. “He’s an evil prick,” she concluded.
    “I’m not arguing that,” Kenneth said, looking up. “We need information, and he gave us much more than we asked him. I’m not saying your abilities aren’t great, but unless you can crawl inside their mind and pull  everything out, we need him to talk.”
    “You’re not planning on letting him go, are you?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
    “Haven’t decided?” Kenneth said and started digging for a plastic cup.
    “Seriously?!” she shouted.
    He nodded. “We could track him and see where they take him. Hell, if I could infect him with something to get them, I would,” Kenneth admitted and could see Besseta was shocked. “Baby, they would kill him, but he may be of use to us alive. I’m not saying we will, but we need to think about it.”
    As Kenneth filled a plastic cup with water, she thought about it. “It’s easier to just kill him,” she concluded.
    “Yes it is, but we need to think about it,” he said, grabbing the sandwich. He carried it and water to the agent as Besseta jumped off the stool and started cooking for Kenneth.
    When Kenneth came back, he was reading Besseta’s notes and comparing them to his. Sitting at the bar, Besseta set his plate down. “Thank you,” he said, looking up at her. “They really don’t know much about vampires,” he pointed out.
    “Why do you think the League enforces the law?” she asked. “Baby, human weapons have increased in lethality beyond anything I ever imagined.”
    “So he was right about the numbers?” Kenneth asked.
    She contorted her face. “Well, I know at the last tribute, six hundred and twenty-two vampires were before me, and I was one of the last. I really think worldwide, we are around ten thousand.”
    “Yes, I can understand the League’s point of view. Ten thousand against eight billion are hopeless odds,” Kenneth admitted. “So how do you want to move on our newfound information?”
    “I want to contact Maliki tonight and see what he has to say,” Besseta told him.
    “I don’t like marching to the League’s drumbeat,” Kenneth said, giving her a disapproving look.
    She waved her hand, brushing him off. “Please, the only reason I have is—” she stopped suddenly. “So they would leave you alone,” she mumbled, not meaning to say it aloud.
    Kenneth leaned back in his chair. “They are using me to control you?” he asked with his face getting red.
    “No,” she snapped. “I told them you were my initiate, remember?” she asked, and he nodded. “I don’t want them to rush it. We’ll just live our life, and I’ll tell them you didn’t make the change.”
    “Do all initiates have to be approved?” he asked.
    “No, the only reason they knew about you is you were tracking