Page 134 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

Three days without him and I knew without a shadow of doubt that if he was taken from me, I’d spend the rest of my life trying to free him. Because I needed to.

Because I wanted to.

Thatwas a game I’d never stop playing.

Tears gathered behind my eyes as his morose mood deepened.

I couldn’t take it. Sliding out my phone, I tapped out a message.

I love you, Kyros <3

Hesitating—because part of him must still hate me for what I did—I pushed Send.

I tapped out another.

I’m going to fix this. Your family will be okay.

Staring at the message, I hovered my thumb overSend. The thing was… I couldn’t promise that. If I gave him false hope now and lost, I’d never forgive myself.

Tommy rested her head on my shoulder, laughing as the new DJ boarded the ship and broadcasted for the first time.

I hunkered back against the cushions, wrapping my arm around her shoulders.

A soft moan rose from behind us.

Yep, there they went.

“Uhm,” Tommy said. “Can’t help but notice there are clusters of men with a sole woman, and clusters of women with a sole man.”

Pretty sure my crew had been aware Tommy knew about them for a while now, but now I’d freed them, I made no secret of it. And with the compulsion removed, I’d told her everything—from the moment I’d dropped off my résumé to now.

As much as I worried about her growing ease with theVissimo, I also wanted to foster it. I wanted her to know that not all vampires were monsters after what she’d been through. My bestie was strong.Literallysitting in the middle of hundreds of people with fangs.

“What are you trying to say?” I asked. “That they’re into harems or something?”

“No, no,” she said quickly. Then paused. “Are they though?”

I flashed her a grin. “Most of them, yes. Vissimo can’t reproduce easily, so they have multiple partners.” I wasn’t sure why some grouped around a man and others around a woman, but I knew everyone had a harem of their own and was part of another harem too.

Maybe they alternated days.

She straightened and peered around. “Interesting concept.”

My gaze narrowed at the purring quality in her voice. “Interesting, how?”

My friend eyed a slender male with blond hair to his shoulders.

“Do you think he plays an instrument?” she whispered.

And we were back on the miserable musician kick. “No idea, Tom. Please tell me you’re not going to form a harem.”

She shrugged a shoulder. “Maybe I’ve been looking at life wrong. Why choose, you know?”

Belatedly, Tommy shot me a look.

“Yeah,” I said drily. “You may be talking to the wrong person about that.”

She snorted. “True.”

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