Page 111 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

Yes, he’d been forced to interact with me at first. I’d lost count of the times the vampire had lost himself to fury over my actions.

Never,neverhad Kyros looked at me like I was trash. I felt like the worst person in the world, the lowest of the low.

But I had a plan that could change his opinion of me. Like so many of my actions in recent times, myplanaffected others. Other humans. People I respected who I couldn’t forcefully manoeuvre if they didn’t choose to work with me.

Ironically, Kyros and I fell down more often than not because we didn’t confide in the other. There were so many things Ididdiscuss with Kyros. Many times where I’d sought his harmless advice.

And still, the same issue remained between us as it had from day one.

The game.

Perhaps I should bring him on board with this plan. Two heads were better than one, after all, butIngeniumwas why I couldn’t bring him in on this last effort to fix everything.

His motives still weren’t my motives.

He played to keep his family alive at nearly any cost.

I played because I wanted our motives to be the same.

I wanted the game gone.

I wanted to live my life without a constant threat over my head. I wanted that for my loved ones too.

I wanted the humans of this city to be free.

I needed Kyros to be done with this game sowecould be free.

To ensure that happened, I was willing to betray him one more time.

“Nothing to say?” He pressed.

I scrambled for a reply. “You can feel how that knowledge affects me. Has Sundulus figured out an exit point?”

My mouth dried as he straightened, looking as perfect as the first time I saw him.

His jaw clenched. “You lost the right to know our movements when you betrayed us to the Fyrlia scum.”

I flinched as though struck.

“Did you take any convincing?” he whispered, stalking forward until he stood before me. “Did you walk in and give up my family without second thought?”

One hundred and fifty years of constant struggle to keep his family alive. That was fuelling his bitterness now—and that his true mate was the person to lose the battle for them.

I didn’t answer.

“Tell me,” he snarled in my face.

I tilted my chin. “You know me, so I won’t answer that question despite the anger you feel.”

“I thought I knew you.” He whirled away, and I sucked in a large breath as his scent struck me full force.

Fuck.

Pressing my legs together, I bit my lip on a whimper.

His cruel laughter rang out. “It must torture you to feel so torn. Your body wants nothing but to wrap around mine, your mind wants nothing more than to see me dead.”

He was venting, but my ire finally rose in response.

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