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I sighed and stared at the ice in my drink—it reflected the light from pendant lamps over Jayson's island. "You don't ever want to get into an argument with the Larentii—they know too much," I said.
    "And they can apparently separate your particles," Bill blinked at me. "In addition to saving lives with their healing skills."
    "Larentii," Jayson shook his head. "I'm having a dream. A really, really, vivid dream."
    "They don't interfere, as a rule," I said.
    "The Council doesn't know you exist, do they?" Bill sipped his drink.
    "No, honey. In their eyes, I would be a rogue."
    "We'll keep you away from them," Bill sounded determined.
    "What is this Council everybody keeps talking about?" Jayson asked.
    "The Vampire Council," I said. "They have a stranglehold on any vampire made. If you're not registered at your turning, you're a rogue. They have assassins and enforcers. If they find out about me, they'll send somebody hunting," I said.
    "It doesn't matter that you can count the number of female vampires on your fingers and one set of toes," Bill said. "They tried to kill Lissa, too."
    "Lissa?" Jayson turned back to me.
    "My sister. Half-sister," I amended. "She and I have the same father. Different mothers, obviously."
    "The vamps don't remember Lissa. Only the werewolves and a few humans do," Bill sighed. "It's tragic."
    "A sister?" Hank blinked at me.
    "Long story. Don't really want to talk about it," I said.
    "Your father?" Bill asked.
    "Still alive," I nodded. "Didn't have a clue he'd fathered me. Don't care if I never see him again."
    "Breanne looks exhausted," Opal spoke for the first time. "Can we finish this discussion later?"
    * * *
    "Bree, do you want to go to the funeral with me?" Hank stroked hair away from my face. I don't know where he'd spent the night, but it hadn't been with me. Hank was waking me Friday morning with a question.
    "Huh?" I raised my head and blinked into his dark eyes.
    "John's funeral. Do you want to go? I think we can disguise you well enough."
    "I can disguise myself," I mumbled. "Do you want me to go?"
    "It doesn't matter," Hank began.
    "Wait—they didn't cremate him, did they?"
    "No—why?"
    "I want to sniff around the body. See if I can tell anything from it."
    "Are you kidding? It'll probably smell like embalming fluid or something."
    "Well, I want to try," I sat up in bed with Hank's help and pushed hair away from my face.
    "Then come eat breakfast. We need to leave by nine to get there on time."
    By the time I walked out of my en suite bathroom, I looked like a distant cousin instead of myself. I'd kept my dark hair, but my eyes were also darker and my face looked quite different. No, I wasn't ugly—I'd spent too much of my life being ugly after facial fractures.
    Hank took a long look at me and sighed when I walked into the kitchen. "I like the real Bree better," he muttered, lifting a coffee cup off the island and draining it.
    "I like the real me better, too, but I figured it would freak Bill out if I disguised myself as my sister."
    "What might freak me out?" Bill walked in dressed in workout clothes, Jayson close behind. Jayson apparently had a weight room in his behemoth of a house.
    "Disguising myself as Lissa," I sighed.
    "Yeah. And a few werewolves would be camped out on Rome's door if they caught sight of you," Bill took my chin in his hand and turned my face this way and that. "I like the real you better."
    "We just had that conversation," I pointed toward Hank.
    "Director Jennings might give you some competition in Krav Maga," Jayson informed Hank. "He handed my ass to me. On a plate."
    "You're not bad, Rome," Bill settled on a barstool at the island. "The Department might hire you, if you weren't filthy rich and notorious," Bill grinned.
    "I'm notorious?" Jayson tapped his chest with a finger. "I do my best to fly under the radar."
    "You do, for the most part," Bill chuckled. "You can't hide from me, though."
    "You had me investigated anyway?" Jayson sounded hurt.
    "I