Page 30 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

Almost weirder than anything that had happened during Kyros’s sleepover was driving to work with him. Earlier than my shift demanded I needed to go.

He’d woken, delivered multiple orgasms, and left. I spent all day with him between my appointments. If he kept this up, I’d have to schedule Churchill meetings on Sundulus roll days.

Then there was my constant fear Mrs Gaughton would want to introduce herself and tell him about how she’d come to move in. Kyros thought of Bluff City residents as addresses; there was no way he’d recognise her, but still. His curiosity about my life may lead him to question her.

“I’ll drop you at the tower,” Kyros said as I waved goodbye to Fred.

Yep, my butler knew Kyros was a vampire and his face gave away nothing.

Andyep, pretty sure the whole house heard what went down this morning, including Fred.

Damn.“Drop me there? You’re going somewhere else?”

He hesitated.

I narrowed my gaze. “Tell me.”

Kyros tilted his head. “You’ll find out anyway.”

That was his only incentive to tell the truth?

“After the Tonyi triplets took you into Fyrlia territory, the clans made a deal to avoid involving an impartial clan.”

I knew that much. “What was the deal?”

“Part of the deal is that I spend two and a half hours with King Mikael every Friday night from 10:30 p.m. until 1:00 a.m.”

Wow.

For starters, that would mess up Kyros’s ability to lead his team for that day’s roll.Moreimportantly. “This has been going on for a few weeks?”

Kyros nodded, directing the car through Black.

There was no way he was okay with this. “I’m willing to bet that Mikael spends the entire time filling your head with twisted shit about you being his son.”

Resignation.

I gritted my teeth. “That’s so messed up. Why would your father agree to that?” I just couldn’t understand what made Julius tick. He loved his children. Humiliated his son. He’d displayed the occasional good quality but was an all-round cruel fucker.

“I made the offer,” Kyros said.

What?

“Why would you ever do that?”

Reluctance filled him.

“You don’t doubt who your real parents are, do you?” I pressed.

He pursed his lips. “No. Not really. But you’ll get angry.”

“And angrier if you don’t spit it out.”

We pulled to a stop at a red light. “If I hadn’t, the impartial party would have interrogated Tommy. If what I suspect about how much your friend knows about my kind is correct, she’d now be dead. At the best, she’d currently be compelled. I didn’t tell you because you don’t like me interfering in her life.”

I nearly choked on the irony of that.Interferencedidn’t include him saving her life.

“How did you know?” I asked him softly.

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