Page 33 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

“Safina still hasn’t shown her hand,” Ilion said. “She will deliver.”

I took the fashion show invitation back, tucking it in my purse. “Why do I get the feeling you guys are enjoying this?”

Angelica patted my hand. “Because we are.”

By the time we got to the glass tube, the rolling chamber where the kings and their queens gathered each night was already up.

The monarchs glided into the room, but they weren’t alone.

I inhaled as Kyros strode into the room in the wake of King Mikael.

Angelica slid a look at me. “You didn’t know.”

“I did.”That downplaying bastard. “Seeing it is just a shock.”

The monarchs faced each other and Kyros bowed low to his father and mother. King Mikael’s face didn’t change, but he had to betotallypissed.

I wasn’t sure that I’d felt protective over Kyros before, at least not to this degree, but I felt capable of violence on his behalf in that moment.

A foreign soothing wound around me, and I narrowed my eyes as Kyros tried to calm me down from the ringside of Fyrlia’s roll.

Whipping out my phone, I typed:

Great seats. How much did they set you back?

Send.

The kings were facing each other when Kyros’s phone buzzed. His expression didn’t change, but I felt his jolt of surprise.

Shit. Why wasn’t his phone on silent!

All four of the monarchs paused to look at him.

Meeting their gazes, he slid the phone free.

Kyros read the message, and a wide grin spread across his face. His gratitude swept through me, and then my phone chimed.

Like we’d orchestrated it, the Vissimo on Level 66 pivoted my way.

“What are you doing?” Angelica asked.

“Fucking with Mikael. He’s a dick.”

A few gasps rang out.

Was that a no-no? My bad.

I read Kyros’s message.

Freebie. Couldn’t turn it down

King Mikael was picking up the dice now.

Pursing my lips, I readied my text.

The fifth exchange is a yes from me.

As Mikael crouched forward in preparation to fling his arms wide, I sent the text.

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