Blood Revolution (God Wars, #3) (2 page)

"Look, we all made mistakes. Some of us bigger mistakes than others," Lissa turned her gaze away and stared at the door leading to my closet. It was empty, just as it had been before. I'd never owned anything I'd worn the whole time I'd posed as my sister. It troubled me, too, that only twelve weeks had passed on Le-Ath Veronis since I'd left it behind to go to Earth in the past. So much time had gone by for me, while little had happened in the future.

I also wanted to point out that Teeg had placed compulsion on Trevor, Stellan and Kooper. They didn't remember me and probably wouldn't ever. It didn't matter—all my relationships eventually disappeared, for one reason or another. I wasn't destined to have that. My sister, on the other hand, had a plethora of mates. So many, in fact, that she had trouble keeping up with all of them.

"How's Merrill?" I asked. Yes, I liked him. He was decent, as was my half-sire, Adam Chessman.

"Merrill is amazing. Adam wants to see you soon."

"I figured as much. Look, I realize you're Queen of the Vampires and all that, but I really have no desire to bow down to any sire, no matter how nice he is. I read that crap when Gavin handed a comp-vid to me and told me to read the rules. I think I'm past all that, now."

"I don't think Adam will be demanding," Lissa began.

"I don't want anybody telling me what to do. I talked to Graegar not long ago. He told me what I am. Are you going to argue with that?"

Lissa stared at me in shock. "No." She held up a hand. "No. I wasn't aware that you knew."

"I didn't for a while. I still don't think it's sunk in, and frankly, I really don't feel comfortable here, now."

"I know you don't—I've talked to everybody. Asked questions, too. I realize this isn't easy. What I can't figure out is how you ended up back here."

"I don't have an answer to that, either. I was slapped back here—that's all I know."

"Somebody slapped you back here?"

"Yeah. I was thinking about doing away with my corporeal self, so somebody somewhere kept me from doing that. I'm sure if I read you now, I'd see that you and every other vampire from Earth have read that stupid, fucking book."

"Breanne, look, we didn't know. Nobody did. Gavin just wanders around in a daze, now, and that's not good."

"Put Rigo in charge of the Palace Guard." I said what I'd wanted to say for a while.

"Gavin's okay for that. Tony, too. It's just that he had some sort of mind cloud and things turned out badly. For you. Besides, Rigo has his hands full with all his spies."

"I know." I wanted to turn over so I wouldn't have to look at Lissa. Why had things come to this? Would I ever be comfortable around my sister? Probably not.

"He may want to apologize," Lissa began.

"Not interested."

"Does this mean you won't come to dinner tonight?"

"I was never asked to come to dinner, as you put it. Gavin would have let me starve before he'd allow it. He tried that, actually."

"I know." Lissa rose and walked away from the bed. I struggled to sit up, eventually working two pillows behind my back to make that achievement more comfortable. "Look, I know that still hurts you. I know it doesn't mean much to say he was affected by a mind cloud. After seeing that book, I understand how you distrust everybody who has ever mistreated you."

I almost snorted at her statement. Distrust was such a tame word. We shared some things, my sister and I. We both knew what it was like to be beaten by an angry, crazed human bent on destroying what they perceived as the source of all their problems.

She'd had a mother who loved her, however. I'd never had parents. I wanted to shudder, too, at that thought—of my first meeting with Griffin—when he'd dismissed me as nothing. I'd trembled and worked not to gape as I'd stared at my father. Would I ever consider him a parent? No. My grandfather, too, had stood next to Griffin and dismissed me just as easily. I wanted to weep at the memory.

"I know my mother protected me from a lot of blows," Lissa said softly. She'd wandered to my window to stare at the constant darkness blanketing Lissia.

"I know that, too."

"Do you want to meet Griffin again? He knows he has another daughter, now. I'll allow him to visit if you'd like."

"I don't want to see him. Or Wylend, either."

"I understand." I watched Lissa's head nod as she continued to gaze out the window. "He's had so many chances, and he hasn't delivered on any of them."

"He's shut all that off," I sighed. "He was tortured before he came to the Saa Thalarr. Maybe he's afraid to feel, now. That doesn't make me want to see him, though."

"I think he feels for Amara."

"Perhaps."

"Do you think he knows you saw all those things in him? I can't read him and haven't ever been able." Lissa turned to look at me this time, her curiosity almost tangible.

"I doubt he has any idea," I snorted and flung covers back. At least my headache was gone—Karzac was a miracle worker in my opinion.

"There's something else," Lissa sighed.

"What's that?"

"Ashe wants to see you. He says you may be able to help him with something."

"Not interested."

"I understand your first meeting wasn't ideal," Lissa began.

I was ready to leave—too many uncomfortable subjects had been brought up and I didn't want to talk about any of them. "I guess I have to borrow clothes again," I muttered. "I don't own any, here."

"What?" Lissa blinked in shock.

"I had to wear your stuff last time. Rathik Erwin stole my money and Gavin certainly felt no guilt about not giving me anything."

"I'll take you shopping."

"No. I can do this myself." I did. Just as the Larentii could do. I collected atoms and clothed myself in jeans and a plain T. Canvas shoes covered my feet as my sister watched in alarm. "See—not your problem." I held out my arms. "I'm not coming to dinner. I can get my own." Snatching my bear from the bed, I disappeared as Lissa called my name in desperation.

Chapter 2
 

The General studied his lieutenant carefully. Considered killing his current body, too, for the grievous mistake he'd made, sending half a million rogue godlings after one of the Mighty. Somehow, the one they'd pursued managed to destroy the godlings completely, when he'd have said that feat was impossible. Still, he didn't know exactly how it had been accomplished, or whether, in truth, they'd actually been destroyed.

"Perhaps it will be as it was with you before," the General mused aloud. "You were confused for days after being in close proximity to one of our enemies. We may see them straggling in before long, with little recollection of what happened."

"That is my hope," the lieutenant nodded vigorously.

"If they do not," the General went on, "perhaps I shall find a way to punish you for your mistakes. You should have instructed many to follow cautiously. The most powerful, certainly, should have been held back. We have no way of knowing how much power the Mighty have gathered or how well they understand what they are. Until we know these things, they are more than dangerous."

More nodding followed the General's words, and the lieutenant swallowed nervously. He liked his current body. It suited him and he had no desire to lose it. "I have assignments for you and your remaining minions," the General added.

"Yes?" the lieutenant looked up eagerly. He'd certainly do better on this assignment so he'd be in the General's good graces again.

"I have a list prepared—of those who have influenced the timelines in favor of our enemies. Only a few, mind you, but the impact has been great. I desire that you devise a way to kill them discreetly, so the enemy won't suspect. For some, you will be required to traverse the timelines to accomplish your assignments. Employ the Sirenali we have stationed throughout, and any others under your control. Allow them to do as much as possible, to keep the Mighty away from us and our remaining army."

"It will be as you say," the lieutenant readily agreed.

* * *

Breanne's Journal

The house in San Rafael hadn't changed at all. I landed there two years after I'd disappeared from Earth. It was my house, after all, and the only real home I had. People had short memories, too, so I was hoping that they'd been distracted by something else and didn't remember much about that stupid book.

I wanted to shout at Jayson, still. He and his father had ruined everything for me. I'd never be able to face Hank again, thanks to Rome Enterprises. Whether Jayson knew about the book or not, his family had profited from it—I'd read that easily in Lissa's face.

The book had been a bestseller for months and netted Rome Enterprises nearly half a billion in profits. I guess Jayson could afford a few more cars at my expense—I wanted to weep from the callous betrayal. Hank (and everybody else on planet Earth) had seen photographs of my tortured, nude body. They'd bought the books by the truckload, and eagerly swallowed up the horror of my early life.

That wasn't the full extent of it, either. The book didn't cover the things Joyce Christian said while she'd beaten and tortured me—nobody knew about that. She'd always sent the housekeeper away on an errand while the dirty work was accomplished.

Sighing, I shoved the memories away and attempted to rein in my emotions. There was one more place to go before I settled in and attempted to put myself back together. I misted toward Terry Johnston's office.

* * *

"Terry, I don't want to talk about it. I just need updated credit cards—the old ones are expired," I muttered as I sat in front of his desk.

"Breanne, I've already done that," Terry slid a thick, sealed envelope across the desk toward me. "There's a new phone in there, too; I bought a new one after your old one ended up in deep water."

"Please tell me somebody didn't go to the trouble of pulling it out of there," I mumbled, feeling embarrassed.

"Yep. Government agency, I heard. Somebody was worried about you, I know that much. Kept showing up here, asking if I'd heard anything. They finally stopped about nine months ago."

"I want to kick Rome ass," I muttered angrily.

"So do I. I think you have a viable lawsuit against them, if you decide to sue. I've tolled the statute of limitations, if that's what you want to do."

"Terry, what do you think that might do for me, besides telling everybody where I am again? I want nothing to do with that. I just want to be left alone."

I did—peace and quiet sounded really good to me. PTSD is a strange animal. When you think you have it beaten, something comes along and triggers it again. It's the way things seemed to happen for me.

I just hoped Jayson and Trina never noticed I'd come home—I had no desire to see anybody. After all, I'd just walked away from my sister, and she did want to see me. Wanted to know me, too, and I was too numb and upset to allow it.

"Miss Hayworth," Terry said sternly, his dark-brown eyes quite serious as he blinked at me. "You cannot let that ruin your life. Get help if you need it. I was hoping that's what you were doing while you were gone. I kept hoping you were alive, too, since no body was ever found, but I was beginning to worry."

"I know. I didn't mean to worry you. You've always been there for me, and I appreciate that."

"You pay me well for my services," Terry sighed. "But that's not all it is. I like you. I can't say the same thing about a lot of my clients."

"People are different," I shrugged.

"Your car may need a new battery—it hasn't been started or moved since you disappeared."

"I know. I'll look into that. I think it has less than a thousand miles on it."

"You don't drive much."

"Yeah."

"I've gotten payments from Hank Bell—the entire loan—with interest, has been paid and he's expanded the club. You still own half—he continues to refuse my offer to sell your half back to him."

"I don't care anymore. Send the money he paid to a good charity, Terry. I don't want any of it."

"You think he knew about the book, too?"

"Possibly. He and Jayson Rome are good friends. What one knows, the other generally does, too. That's the way things usually turn out for me." I rose and lifted the envelope off Terry's desk. "Thanks for this, Terry. Give yourself a raise." I walked out of his office.

* * *

The grocery store had remodeled, and I couldn't find anything. That meant grocery shopping took twice as long as it should have. That would teach me to jump forward two years in time, expecting everything to remain the same in the meantime. I took the liberty of disguising myself, too, while I shopped. I had no desire to be recognized by anyone.

Was I depressed? In truth, I was so depressed I could barely move. It didn't matter—I'd worked under more difficult circumstances in the past. I pushed myself to do what needed to be done, whether I felt like it or not.

Lissa hadn't brought up the subject of what I'd done or where I'd been, either, and I was grateful. I was afraid I'd voice my fears aloud—that although I'd gotten rid of a large number of rogue gods, I felt I hadn't gotten all of them.