Page 123 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

She huffed and picked up the baguette. “I was trying to get you into the shower.”

My lips twitched.

“It was working,” she exploded. “Youtry looking after crazy you for three fucking days. I’m never having kids. Ever!”

Shit.

“That bad, huh?” I didn’t need her confirmation. It was. It definitely, definitely was.

Tommy winced. “Laurel said it was tame compared to some of your other thralls. You spent most of the time trying to escape to find Kyros. If I wasn’t babysitting you and if you hadn’t taken me hostage at one point, I’d almost be impressed. And you refused to take off that outfit, so the stink is real, girl.”

I peered down at my clothing.

“Fuck,” I ground out.

Fucking black leather! Head to toe in the stuff.Again.I groaned, running my hands through my knotted hair.

A small squeak escaped Tommy, and I dared her with my eyes to mention Jessica Alba.

“Jessica Alba,” she said immediately, snorting.

Ugh.

Forcing my disintegrated standards from my mind, I grimaced, recalling tying sheets together to rappel out my window. I faked sickness on the second day. Called the police a few times.

Crap.Thrall me was resourceful as hell.

“Sorry about the last three days,” I said. “Maybe I’ll take that shower.”And apologise to the leather gods.

Tommy stopped me. “Really, it wasn’t that bad. Kind of endearing in a way. And you should congratulate yourself for reaching the sixth exchange.”

I blanched, gazing at her. That’s right. Now she mentioned it, I was where I’d planned to be from the start.

Go me.

While in the throes of revenge, I’d imagined this moment would feel a hell of a lot better.

Forcing a smile, I strode into the bathroom, stopping short when I felt Kyros’s focus. The sensation of him within me was so strong. His feelings, his state, now held equal importance with my own. My mind was half preoccupied by him.

And—whoa, what the hell was that?

There was an inexplicable draw from behind me. I spun in a circle. The draw wasn’t to the shower, not to something in this room, or on the estate. The feeling was tugging me toward Grey, and my mouth rounded as I figured it out.

Oh my god.

I could feel where Kyros was.

The book didn’t say anything about this! Neither did Kyros. Or anyone. But as sure as I stood here breathing, I was sure that if I followed the tugging, I’d end up right by his side.

Where I belonged.

There was no place I’d rather be right now.

The thought of the distance between us sent waves of misery and longing through me. His company was guaranteed joy. Anything else was a sub-par quality of living.

Kyros?I thought his name, focusing hard toward Grey.

Nothing.

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