Page 155 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

His green eyes were solemn.

I lowered my hand, unable to bear another second of being so close to him with the burning under my skin.

… And withIngeniumstill in the way.

On this issue, I would be unrelenting.

Taking a breath, I pushed my thoughts toward him again.If you can’t come to me without games, don’t come at all. I won’t have you any other way.

Breaking away from his gaze, I strode for the exit, my army of vampires falling in behind me with booming steps.

26

Four months.

King Mikael decided to take things to the bitter end—or so I assumed.

The day after I gatecrashed the end cascade negotiations, I’d received a letter that cordially invited me to remain at the estate for the remainder of my life.

Signed, King Julius.

How nice of him.

“Drink this, babe.” Tommy shoved another monstrosity under my nose. This one was orange.

I cast her a baleful look. “That crap won’t make me feel better.”

Only Kyros could do that, but Tommy was determined to keep me chugging along. Each day she forced one of these health juices down my throat before shoving me into the pool to swim laps for an hour.

Not to mention the meditation and massages.

If I could be happy through her efforts, I’d be a fucking joy.

For the last four months, I’d existed as a shadow. The first few days were better—when I kept expecting Kyros to turn up at all hours of the day and night.

Food tasted like sawdust.

Laughter was hard to come by.

Music pissed me off.

If Tommy, Mrs Gaughton, my oldies, and my Vissimo friends weren’t here, I’d be halfway to death’s door.

Cruelly.Ironically.Along with my enjoyment in life, the negatives had disappeared too. Every trace of fear and uncertainty and mistrust that ever sat between Kyros and me was eradicated by misery.

The doubts I’d carried seemed so small now.

The blood bond was unrelenting with its desperation to force me off the estate and onto his lap. Unfortunately, I had the presence of mind to instruct Laurel and the others not to listen to my orders on the matter four months ago.

They’d prevented me from leaving the estate twenty-five times.

Turned out, I’d used all my luck sneaking off the property to save Tommy. They’d confiscated all the frequency generators in the house after I tried using them to get away. With the damage to my ears, I didn’t have much of an advantage. They heard me coming far before I heard them.

The blood bond was shoving my body to exhaustion, wearing me down physically and mentally so I’d cave and crawl to my mate. It was helped by my very real misery.

I missed Kyros so damn much.

Sighing, I sipped the orange slop through my bamboo straw.

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