Page 127 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

Laurel rested a hand over her heart. “You are a friend of ours. Forevermore.”

I swallowed hard. Did she have any idea what that word meant to me?My forevermore love. Something my grandmother had often said to me.

If she could see me right now, I know she’d be so proud.

“We will not forget this day,” Laurel whispered.

Her fervent words robbed me of speech, so I just placed a hand over my heart in return.

She stood and the other leather-clad vampires followed suit. I joined them, scowling at their outfits.

“Maybe now you can leave the black leather to Jessica Alba where it belongs,” I muttered.

“You spent two days of your thrall in black leather,” Laurel replied in an even tone.

I turned away, entering the house. “Prove it.”

She called after me. “Look through your phone.”

Dammit. They didn’t?

I hurried into my office, scrolling through my gallery, settling on a photo of me hanging off one of the posts on my bed.

In black leather.

If I knew Tommy—and I did—there was more than one copy of these photos.

Fuckers.

Leaving the door to my office open, I threw myself into the upholstered chair. Uncomfortable fucking thing. “Fred,” I shouted.

Ten seconds passed and he appeared in the doorway. Magic man.

“Can you order me a comfortable chair, please?” I huffed.

“You want to replace the chair, miss?”

I fluttered a hand. “Yes, yes. A comfortable one that doesn’t make my ass numb. That kind.”

I caught his smile before he bowed and exited the room.

Logging into my inbox, the top email caught my attention.

Churchill Team

Miss Le Spyre, As requested…

I closed my eyes.

The moment of truth.

Did I have enough assets in Bluff City to swing the tide for Sundulus? I needed to make a 4 percent difference to trigger the end cascade against Fyrlia. If I could do that, everything would work out.

A 2 percent difference would restore equilibrium, and the game would continue.

Tommy entered the room. “You look constipated, lovely.”

Funnily enough, that’s how I felt.

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