Page 148 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

Possessiveness burst through me. “A one-hundred-and-fifty-year battle over a child.” My face screwed up as I looked at the two kings. “What the fuck were you both thinking dragging your lovers and family into that bullshit? You think you canowna man like Kyros or get him to do your bidding? Pathetic.”

King Julius spoke for the first time. “Pathetic to protect what is mine?”

Basilia.The warning in Kyros’s voice was edged in fear.

Guessed I should be nice to my future father-in-law. “If you take my gifted properties, Kyros is no longer yours to command.”

Julius tilted his head back. “He will be yours to command instead?”

My brows shot up. “No, King Julius. Kyros will command himself.”

A glimmer of something shone in his father’s eyes.

“For the record,” I snapped at the Fyrlia clan in the tiers, jabbing a finger in Mikael’s direction, “anyone with fucking eyes can see whose son Kyros is. Jesus, how did you people follow that sack of shit for so long?”

His eyes flared, and the power made my knees shake.

Kyros’s gratitude washed through me, warming me. I straightened my back, locking my knees so I didn’t collapse.

“In line with that,” I said, taking a breath, “I’d like both kings to make formal apologies to their families and their clans.”

Gina regarded me. “What incentive does my father have to agree to that, Miss Le Spyre?”

Tynan and Trenit soured—no doubt because she didn’t call me human.

“If he wants six of his children and his wife to survive, he will,” I replied coolly. “You’ll survive anyway, Gina, seeing as we have a standing deal from when you sold out the triplets.”

Her family turned to her, and Gina glared at me.

“You could have given Sandra Hoyt a clean death,” I told her. “But you didn’t.” Or failed to put an end to her brother’s sadistic torture of the woman.

Gina dropped her gaze to the table.

King Julius rifled through the property deed and attached contract. “The conditions are the same on each contract?”

“They are.” All except one. The contract in my back pocket had a special condition attached.

Do the numbers check out?I silently asked Kyros.

I can’t say. We haven’t presented our final figures yet. You underestimated our figures by one hundred and thirty thousand.

Fuck. Which meant I may not be entirely accurate with Fyrlia’s numbers either.Will it be close?

He nodded.

King Julius stood. “True mate of my eldest son, I accept your conditions.”

No surprise there.

He had to know the numbers would cut it close, but he had nothing to lose and everything to gain. Kyros was a businessman and he’d learned it from someone.

Julius rounded to my side and promptly dropped to his knees, facing his family. “For one hundred and fifty years, I have forced each of you into a battle that stole your freedom. For that, I’m sorrier than words can adequately describe. My only defence is that I love each of you more than my own life. I could not give up a single one of you to another. Thank you for fighting with me for your eldest brother’s freedom,” he said hoarsely, head bowed. “The only life you have known is this one, and that guilt will reside with me always.”

As apologies went, that was fucking incredible.

I blinked several times as he regained his feet and towered over me.

Dipping my head, I gestured to the bags. “Sign and they’re yours.”

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