Page 137 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

Only people with nothing to lose could be that cocky. Being a Le Spyre, I didn’t feel vulnerable very often, but at least my time off the estate gave me a crash course I’d never forget.

Everyone was quiet on the drive.

A distant part of me still hoped to hear from my oldies, their Bluff City assets outstretched. They wouldn’t have drawn it out needlessly to torture me—that I did believe in.

They weren’t coming.

“All set?” Tommy asked.

The contents of my stomach were sloshing and could appear at any moment. “As much as I can be.”

“We’ll have to wait at the airport as long as possible,” Laurel said. “He wants me to send confirmation when the plane takes off.”

He’d be focused on my location until he received that confirmation. Probably because he could feel me preparing to battle.

We arrived at Bluff City’s private airport, and I barely registered the clearance checks. She pulled into a hangar housing a large plane. Larger than the ones I’d always travelled in with Grandmother.

Cars began to arrive and my human staff filed out. Mrs Gaughton hopped out of the car, hustling to my side.

“Basilia, I can’t believe you’re doing this for everyone.” She cackled. “My first overseas trip.”

Yep.My staff thought I’d sprung a surprise vacation on them.

She dug her bony elbow in my side. “You’re sure you won’t tell us where we’re going?”

Pretty sure, considering I had no idea where Kyros believed he was sending me. Knowing him, somewhere nice.

I stood back as my staff went through the procedure of boarding.

Tommy joined me. “So this is the part where I tell you that I’m not going with everyone else.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Nope,” she replied, leaning against the car. “I’m going into that room with you, Basil. And that special clause you added? I want to read it aloud as I look at their faces.”

She’d done such a good job of hiding how she felt, but the bitterness and anger were there in spades.

My friend wanted revenge.

I was familiar with the feeling.

“Tom,” I told her. “When I told you about Vissimo, I swore to never let harm befall you. I already broke that oath once, so please don’t make me do it again.”

She scoffed. “What? You’re rich and so you get to decide my life? My actions don’t belong to anyone but myself. I wanted to be with Theodore—who I thought he was anyway. Now, I want to spit in the faces of the other two. Most of all, I’m going to be there by your side because I’m your fucking best friend.”

I cut her a look. “Your body will betray you in there. The royals are strong. Their power will flare. You’ll want to fall in a heap and piss yourself.”

“I’ve been practicing with the vampires on the estate.”

My voice dropped to dangerous levels. “Practicing how?”

She didn’t answer. “I’m going into that room, Basil. The easy way or the hard way.Give me this moment, and I accept full responsibility for my actions. If I’m hurt, it’s on my head and my head alone.”

But it wouldn’t be.

Tommy whipped out a hand to clutch my forearm. “You think you’ll blame yourself if I’m hurt. Why do you feel like it’s different for me? You think I want you walking into that shitshow without me? If anything happens, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“It’ll be—”

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