Page 110 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

His family to mine.

Mine to his.

At this point, I’d lost track of who’d wronged one another. All that was left was his emptiness, my guilt, and the threat against those we cared about.

“You must have questions,” I said softly, leaning back to put distance between us so my body recalled it needed air to survive.

I blinked through the vibrations and haze cloying my mind, pushing and whispering to take him. To make him mine.

The vampire loomed over me. “What makes you think I want to hear anything from your mouth when you’ve spent the last month lying?”

Hmm,probably double that time, actually.

“You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t,” I answered.

“I needed to look upon the human who single-handedly killed my family. Perhaps I wanted to gaze upon her and wonder how I never saw who she really was.”

He didn’t believe the words, but he wanted to. More than anything. That felt worse.

Kyros’s throat worked. “The uncertainty and guilt holding you back from accepting me. It wasn’t anything to do with your doubts about me or my family.”

I took a shallow breath. “No. I couldn’t cross that line while lying to you.”

“Maybe there’s a shred of decency in you.”

The sarcastic words stabbed into my heart. “Kyros, I tried to make things right. You know I did.”

He scoffed, turning away. “You tried to pull yourself from the grave you’d made for yourself.”

I stood. “That’s not what happened.”

Kyros whipped back, green eyes flashing. “Then why did you wait until you had proof to bring the matter to our attention?Why, if not to save your own hide?”

Because I didn’t want to see this look on your face.

Blowing out a breath, I watched him pace around the suite. “The end cascade. When is it?”

The glance he threw my way asked if I was crazy.

I braced myself. “I know it doesn’t seem this way, but I care about your family too.” The shits had wormed their way into my heart at some point. It even bothered me that Julius would die.

“Do you often secure the death of those you care about?” he asked, cocking his head.

Focused on his emotions, I did my best to brush aside the comment.

His lust was swelling.

Like it had in the past, his urge to rip off my clothes spurred my libido higher. Our bodies were swimming around each other, touching, scenting, listening, and heating. Constantly.

I gulped back air.Hotair. The room was stifling. Not big enough for both of us.

While I still had faculty of my brain, I edged around the bed to stand by the open window. The cool air did nothing to soothe the uncomfortable heat building in my body.

“Eight days,” Kyros grunted.

Frowning, it took a second to realise he’d answered my question.Eight days until the end cascade is triggered. Forecasted to be triggered anyway. It could be several days after. It could also happen any day if Fyrlia scored another big deal or continued to throw obscene amounts of money at properties.

The temptation to tell Kyros my entire plan burned in my throat, if only so he’d stop looking at me like that.

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