Page 158 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

Kyros’s mouth curved. “My father executed Mikael yesterday morning. The surviving Fyrlia royals formally admitted defeat. As expected, the decision to draw out the game until the bitter end came from Mikael. My father still honoured your terms despite Mikael never apologising to his family as you requested.”

Saw that coming from a mile away. Actually, I had to step up my hyperboles with my vampire senses. Saw that coming fromone hundredmiles away.

Kyros’s mouth bobbed as he listened in on my thoughts. He blinked a few times before continuing. “I spent the day with Trenit and Tynan and executed them late last night once they were broken.”

Whoa. I knew what my mate was capable of, but his enjoyment of the task demonstrated a bloodthirstiness I’d have to acclimatise to. The two times I’d killed made me feel sick.

He’d spoken loudly, but I turned to check Tommy had heard.

Her eyes were shining—whether from ourNotebookmoment or the news of Kyros’s torture session, I had no idea.

“Thank you,” she said to Kyros. “I still dislike you, but a little less.”

I nearly grinned at that. Until I saw Fernando wrap an arm around her waist.

When the fuck did that happen?

Marcus approached on the other side, taking her hand, and my jaw dropped open.

Holy shit. Tommy has a fucking harem!

Kyros’s shoulders were shaking. “What are you going to do about that?”

Marcus would be put on best-friend trial to see if he was worthy. Fernando could get the hell off my friend. He wasn’t anywhere good enough—fucking traitor.

My mate stilled, lifting his head to peruse Fernando.He was the spy?

Oops.Guess that’s out of the bag. I wondered if you already knew about him, actually.

Your relationship with the Indebted was growing. I decided to leave the matter to you,he surprised me by responding.

“Well, don’t beat him up now, please,” I murmured against his mouth.

A growl rumbled in Kyros’s chest, the snarl about to whip out in challenge.

Later, mate. Another day. Next week or next year. Once you’ve satisfied me. I nipped at his bottom lip.

He tore his glare from Fernando. “We don’t have time anyway.”

I tensed. “What does that mean?”

“It means that my father and family are expecting us.” He glanced at me uncertainly after.

The idea wasn’t abhorrent to me. I’d missed all of them too.

Well, most of them.

I nuzzled into his chest. “As long as we have contact at all times, I can put up with that.”

I’ll never let you go, my beauty. Never again.

* * *

My mood lightened when I realised Kyros was driving us to his Lyall Bay property. Pulling into the garage, he proceeded to drag me onto his lap.

I gasped as fire scorched everywhere he touched. Pain and pleasure.

“Your rules,” he teased. “You said I had to maintain contact at all times.”

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