Page 11 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

I set the keys on the bench and picked up the pizza box again. “That’s okay. I don’t much feel like a lesson anymore. I’m going to leave you guys to it.” The wobble in my voice was fucking pathetic.

“Okay, dear,” the queen called softly from the window seat. “Call if you need us.”

It’d be a cold day in hell before that happened.

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“We brought Thai food!”

No.

Double no.

They were here again? Like, theafternoonafter they were last here?

“Touch the green curry, and I will rip your eyes out.”

Francesca sounded bitchier than usual.

I was closer to the hidden garden this time. Grinning, I slipped between two low-hanging trees and crept to one of the swinging chairs positioned around the sunken fire pit area.

Gerome snarled.“Don’t touch my Khao Soi if you don’t want me to touch your green curry then!”

Dodged a bullet.

Victory!

Kyros’s deep voice rumbled. “What are you doing here? Again.” His resignation nearly drew a snort from my lips. I tempered by recalling his douchebaggery from yesterday.

“Brother,” Safina said, “do you really need to ask why?”

What did that mean?

The king’s voice stopped Gerome and Francesca’s bickering. “Heir.”

Everyone was here. Fucking great.

“Father.”

“Why is your mate hiding in the garden?”

I bit back my groan.

The king’s voice cut through the walls of the house toward me.“You are yet to apologise to her.”

Simultaneously, I appreciated and didnotappreciate the king championing me. He was one of the few Vissimoin existence who could exercise control over Kyros. I objected to his humiliating methods when his son already felt so worthless.

“I was about to if you hadn’t all shown up,”Kyros growled back.

Shit. He was playing with the fire that was his father too often of late. Though powerful, Kyros was considered a growing Vissimo. He’d just turned the vampire equivalent of twenty-one.

Which meant his six-hundred-year-old father could give him a literal smackdown that would make the punch from yesterday look like a game of Pictionary.

“I suggest you do it, heir.”

Yep, I had front row seats to Kyros’s emotions. He innoway intended to apologise for throwing the keys on the ground. I tensed as the front door opened, wondering if I should hide better.

Bit hard when I had a figurative homing beacon inside me.

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