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Dame Burke gasped, and I dropped my gaze to the edge of the table. Chips of wood came away as I removed my hands.

“You’reone of them,” Mr Dithis whispered.

But I wasn’t.

And I wasn’t human either. Not anymore.

I swallowed hard and dropped my eyes.

Leaving the files, I retrieved the book that had toppled from Dame Burke’s hands.

And left.

17

Tommy plonked down in the seat opposite me.

I stared across the desk at her.

“Snap out of it,” she said.

Returning my attention to my computer screen, I resumed typing the email. The great thing about owning international companies is emails came through at all hours of the day, so there was always work to do.

I had no idea what the time was. I didn’t want to know.

“It’s been five days, Basi. You feel like shit, and I get that. But I feel like shit at the moment, so you can’t.”

I cocked a brow, signing off on the latest email before sending it. “You’re miserable, and so I can’t be?”

“Correct. I claimed it before whatever fight you clearly had with Kyros.”

Fight. “That doesn’t quite do it justice,” I said sarcastically.

“Talk.”

If I was going to talk to anyone, it would be Tommy. That I didn’t want to, told me just how much I needed to. “To save you, I made a deal.”

Her eyes darted. “A deal with Clan Fyrlia?”

Focusing on Tom Hanks’s autobiography, I inclined my head.

“To save me?”

I nodded again.

“Making a deal with Fyrlia when you’re sexing Sundulus is a big no-no, I’m assuming,” she said, tapping her lip. “Kyros found out about it.”

His entire family. “Big time.”

Tommy stood, pacing. “Was the deal you made win or loseIngeniumstuff?”

I levelled her with a steady look.

She sank back into the seat. “Fark, Basil.”

Fark, indeed.

Her mouth set. “They can’t end the game before you win though. How do we even things up again?”

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