“He was the one that mattered, Cian. And yeah, sure, if you didn't know my style, you might buy it. Not to brag but most vampires who've met my style aren’t hanging around after, just a few. I think that’s part of the reason Katherine took off. We got to a point where we had to escalate or else.” Rhiannon stared at her dining room table, her open journal. “She would’ve been fine if I took out a knife and cut her, or pulled a gun, so that’s probably what she expected. But her consequences are different than mine. She doesn’t have to worry about a day job or being publicly recognizable. So I had to keep it down to what I could legally handle if it came to it.”
Rhiannon thought about the reason her identity was most vulnerable. There were cameras everywhere now, hard to avoid that, but it was her primary employment that put the most eyes on her face on a regular basis. Not a casual fighter in an underground ring, but one that fought in Vegas entertainment venues, steadily.
The hunter rubbed her temple. “I need to think.” Past this situation, there was always another, and another. “I don’t want to be back on the Corrigan payroll.”