Page 106 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

It just wouldn’t be in the way they liked. Nor in a way they might understand.

I didn’t even know if such a thing was possible yet.

I drew in a slow breath, holding onto the memory of my grandmother’s face.

Always be ready to flow into a different path.

The end of the path was set.Ingeniumhad to be won, and that couldn’t alter. But everything up until that pointcouldalter within the rules of the game.

I swallowed hard.

There were many things I did want in life but living as she did... not one bit. In the throes of bitter anger after Kyros’s subterfuge, I threw myself into revenge. And I’d really believed that I could live the double life, the two roles remaining cleanly separated on either side of my line in the sand.

The line that was distorted beyond measure at this point.

I had to re-draw it.

With a new plan.

My grandmother smiled in my mind, and I thought back to the moment I left the estate. In a rage, I was certain she couldn’t understand how trapped I felt.

Why did I need to follow in the family footsteps?

I hadn’t wanted that life.

I’d thought her as furious as me, but in my mind, the vision of her was entirely calm.

Go after the life you want, she’d said, watching as I flung down my electronics in a huff and grabbed myElegancepack.

I will, the memory of myself hurled back.

She arched a brow.Good. Then I’ve raised you right.

I batted open my lashes.

My grandmother’s legacy wasn’t contained in her efforts inIngenium.I was her legacy. The 10 percent growth of the Le Spyre fortune under her management was her legacy. Quiet grace. Firm truth. Sharp intelligence.

Thatwas my grandmother’s legacy, and everyone who knew her well felt the weight of that in their hearts.

How could I ever think she’d want anything more than my happiness and the happiness of her friends?

I couldn’t be my grandmother. She’d never wanted me to be. But I could heed her advice.

Go after the life you want.

A tired smile spread across my face as I stood and grabbed the first of her skirt suits, folding it gently into the box at my feet.

“I will, Grandmother,” I whispered.

There were twelve days to do so.

18

The phone rang, and I paused in my frantic typing to swipe up the handset.

“Miss Le Spyre, it’s Daniel.”

“Yes, Daniel?” I said, my knee bouncing with impatience.

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