Page 116 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

But I had clicked the button that would destroy Sundulus.

That was why Kyros would never forgive me.

“I can’t win the game, Loz,” I said, expression grave. “I can’t fulfil my grandmother’s legacy inIngenium.”

She frowned at me. “Then what are you going to do? Why do you need us?” Laurel glanced at the papers for the billionth time.

I’d free the Indebted regardless of my situation. The only thing stopping me was the uncertainty of when the sixth exchange would occur. Until that happened, I wouldn’t rest easy.

Everythingin the coming week could blow up in my face.

Ten days ago, I strutted into a situation I felt completely prepared for and it went to shit.

Now, I planned to strut into a situation I couldn’tpossiblyprepare for because it was now the only avenue left where Kyros and I might regain a semblance of what we’d once had.

For that, I’d do anything.

I regarded the woman across the desk. “I’m going to give everything I own in Bluff City to Clan Sundulus.”

Her mouth rounded.

Couldn’t blame her. There were more things that could go wrong with that than right. For one, I could only speak in formal situations if Kyros granted me permission. Then there was the tiny thing where I may not have enough assets to actually change the outcome.

I exhaled slowly. “If Kyros’s family goes down, it won’t be without me giving everything I have to stop it.”

* * *

“Mr Tetley has resumed work, but I believe it will take time for him to feel comfortable again,” Fred said.

I considered that. “I need to speak to him.”

Tommy gave him a modified version of what happened with Theodore, but that didn’t erase all of our fights since I first enteredKyros Sky. Her father definitely knew about them. He’d known me my entire life, but Tommy was his world.

Which was no doubt why he’d agreed to come back at all.

“That might be best, Miss Le Spyre,” Fred said, bowing.

He held a finger to his ear. “Lady Treena is pulling up, miss.”

I rose, making sure to keep the speed within human bounds. Fred’s reaction to my new additions was one that I was putting off.

I strode past him.

“Miss Le Spyre, is everything okay between you and your grandmother’s friends?” Fred asked as I reached the door.

Pausing, I glanced back at him. “They seem to think I’m a younger version of my grandmother, Fred. We’ve had some disagreements.”

Fred smiled.

“They expected you to play the game as your grandmother did?” he asked, shaking his head.

Stepping beside me, he drew the door open.

His brown eyes twinkled. “I predicted that you’d be every inch of the Head of Estate your grandmother was. In yourownway. If your grandmother’s friends believed otherwise, that was their mistake. It sounds like they’re now aware of the distinction.”

My mouth dry, I walked from the room, his words bouncing around my head.

Fred featured in most of my memories on the estate. Maybe not as a part of the festivities—dinners and the like. The butler always popped in, ensuring things ran smoothly.

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