Page 149 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

“Each property will need to be processed,” the woman from Clan Leith said.

“Neelan, Dierdre,” the king said, still holding my gaze, “take the bags to them.”

“Yes, Father,” they murmured.

He still held one of the deeds in his hand. Flicking to the first page of the attached contract, he pointed at a date under the property details. “This property was purchased nearly thirty years ago. Before your birth. These are the properties we believe to be owned by offshore investors or used as holiday homes. Why do you have such a magnitude of Bluff City properties?”

I tilted my chin. “King Julius, thirty years ago, you angered the wrong woman.” I glanced around the table of royals. “All of you did.”

My grandmother should be here to crow her own victory, but I’d do my best to make up for her absence.

I narrowed my eyes on Kyros’s father. “The clans fucked off my grandmother by compelling her friends. From that day on, she entered your little game as a third player. She moved her assets internationally to remove herself as a target and began to purchase properties under offshore aliases. When she died, that responsibility was passed to me.”

The king’s cold scrutiny barely touched me because I was so furious on my grandmother’s behalf.

“You would give that up for us?” he said quietly.

I stepped closer. “You’re lucky I’m not my grandmother, King Julius—your children and my Vissimo friends showed me another side to your race, one my grandmother never witnessed.” I glanced at his eldest son. “And you’re lucky I love your son.”

I fell into Kyros’s green eyes, only snapping out of it when the papers smacked down in front of the impartial clan.

There were ten members from the impartial clan. The papers were stacked in tall columns next to the vampire on the far left.

Each had a calculator.

As the first vampire whacked numbers into his calculator, he passed each deed onward to the next vampire to cross-check.

Ten cross-checks seemed like overkill, but I was glad for it. And never more nervous in my life.

I closed my eyes, turning away from the Fyrlia royals. Over nine thousand deeds had to be processed. Even at Vissimo speed, that would take time.

“Lucky,” Julius murmured to himself.

I peered up at him.

The regard of the ancient predator crashed over me.

“We’ll see,” he said, returning to his throne.

25

The last thirty minutes of my life were some of the worst I could remember.

For me. For Kyros, his family, and his clan.

Tommy had returned to my side, and my Vissimo crew flanked us.

Nothing but the whisper of paper and the frantic tapping of calculators sounded in the amphitheatre. I held tight to the paper with the asset figures for each clan, knowing my estimates were pretty much useless.

The woman in the middle stood without warning.

My mouth dried, bile surging in my throat.

“We’ve processed Miss Le Spyre’s figures,” she stated, casting me a curious look. “And found them accurate. Clan figures were submitted this morning and have been processed.” Rounding the table, she passed both kings a sheet of paper. On the way back, she paused and passed me a third.

I couldn’t hide my fear.

But my heart dropped at the bottom figures. Seven million dollars in assets separated the clans.

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