Page 153 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

She wasn’t meant to hear that.

“It’s true then,” Mr Dithis murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead and shooting a look at Kyros. “About the telepathy?”

“Sure is,” I replied.

He pulled a face. “Good luck with that.”

Yeah. I had a feeling there’d be a whole heap of acceptance ahead of both of us. Communication was kind of not our strong suitat all.

It will be, mate.

Mr Hothen slammed his case on the table.

My brows shot up.

“Which one of you killed Sandra Hoyt?” He stared murderously at Clan Fyrlia.

There was a beat of silence.

Hector spoke. “My two brothers.” He jerked his thumb at them.

Mr Hothen spun to me. “Are they dying?”

I sighed happily. “They are, Uncle Hothen. Painfully, I hope. Kyros is handling that.”

The silver fox glanced back at my mate. “My condition is that they die in the same way Sandra did. If you can assure that, my assets will reach you through Basilia and revert back to me.”

Kyros’s arms were crossed, highlighting the expanse of his muscular chest.

“It will be my pleasure,” he answered, a ghost of a smile quirking his lips.

Trenit and Tynan paled.

Mr Hothen looked Francesca up and down, sneering. “And of course, the limitations placed on me will be removed tomorrow at 9:00 a.m.”

Dame Burke squeezed in when he left, setting down her case. “You pathetic cunts.”

Safina jolted, exchanging a glance with Gerome.

I tucked away my grin.

Lalitta didn’t show a flicker of surprise.

“All my local assets are Basilia’s now. For some reason she wants you to have it,” she said, shoving the case to King Julius. “Give it to Basilia after. I’m out of this fucking shithole.”

Her fury melted as she looked at me. “Basilia, my love. I’ll be on a tropical island somewhere.”

Every piece of this woman was abrupt, but she had the biggest, most dramatic heart of any of my oldies. I pulled her into my arms and squeezed her tight. “I know better than to change your mind, but please tell me you’ll visit.”

Tears burned my eyes.

She turned her head to Kyros as I released her.

“I think you’ll find that all six of us will be dropping inregularly,” she said with a scowl. “And if that oversized bastard treats you wrong, we will use the entirety of our wealth—not just the Bluff City portion—to cripple him permanently.”

I didn’t doubt her for a second.

Kyros was inclined to find her threat funny, but the humour was tinged with gratitude. He liked that someone would cripple him if he hurt me.

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