Page 26 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

I grimaced. “Right. I didn’t mean it that way. I forget how old you are because you don’t look old. It’s your hair.”

He chuckled sleepily. “No, I really am relieved. Remaining current is easy for the first thirty years, then you develop paranoia about becoming outdated. We do our best to listen and observe and adapt, but it can feel like an act. We always wish to do things from our own era.”

Huh. “That’s eye-opening. What old things do you like to do?”

“My mother always instilled in us an interest in changing times. Those who don’t change become isolated. But I’ve always worn suits. I wear other clothes if necessary—when sleeping or going to the beach. Otherwise, suits are most comfortable for me.”

“Good. Because they’re comfortable for my eyes.”

He arched a brow.

“And?” I pressed, clearing my throat.

“Things weren’t as noisy when electricity wasn’t widely used. My childhood and most of my teens were blissfully free of the buzz. I prefer quiet spaces still. I don’t understand why people feel unsettled in silence or like they constantly need to fill it.”

I wasn’t sure how to take that. “I find that time hard to imagine if I’m honest. I’m imagining dirt roads and Mr Darcy.”

“Maybe we can look through pictures one day.”

My stomach gurgled.

Hopefully it covered my discomfort. I didn’t know whether uncertainty or guilt was more rampant inside. When he spoke long term like this, I couldn’t make head or tail of it. In fact, it was gravely important that Ididn’tthink long term when it came to the blood bond. I had a job to do.

A knock sounded.

I straddled the vampire, grinning wickedly. “Come in!”

Rosie opened the door, and I screeched.

“I apologise, Miss Le Spyre,” she said calmly. “Shall I return at a more convenient time?”

Damn, nothing could shake her.

I huffed. “Do you play poker, Rosie?”

She flicked a glance at Kyros, cheeks pinkening. “I dabble, miss.”

Mmm-hmm.Sureshe just dabbled.

“We’d like breakfast. Better make a lot,” I said, studying the half-naked male between my thighs. His eyes were fixed on me.

“At once,” she bobbed a curtsey.

“By the pool, please.”

She curtsied again, shutting the door.

“Do you always mess with your staff like that?” Kyros rested his hands on my hips. He pulled me down hard and circled his hips.

A breathless moan slipped between my teeth as my legs shook. “Why does that feel so fuckinggood?”

He ground his erection into me again, and my head dropped forward until our gazes locked.

“Do you like that, my beauty?”

“I can’t think when we touch,” I said between pants.

Both of us trembled against the urge to drink blood and fuck for three days.

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