Page 39 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

“Let me guess,” she said. “You dumped her via letter.”

Was that the original dumping via text move?

“Actually, no,” Mr Hothen said, frowning. “She moved to Frankton Gorge and ended things.”

I stilled.

Sir Olythieu beat me to asking, “Howlongago did she move to Frankton Gorge?”

Lady Treena snatched the stack away, pacing the room as she scanned the pages.

“I should cut you out of shares in my new plaza for that,” Mr Hothen said to her, leaning back.

She eyed him briefly. “Empty threats are for the lower class.”

I snorted with the others.

“It’s possible I missed something,” she announced, setting two papers before me.

Dame Burke whispered under her breath, “Never thought I’d hear the day.”

“It seems that Sandra Hoyt managed this case until three months ago when there was a change to Julia Dinh.”

That name rang a bell. But I was certain Julia Dinh was under Sundulus control.

“Shemighthave just moved away,” I said slowly, my gut already telling me that wasn’t so.

Mrs Syrre countered. “Shemighthave run for her life. Or been forced to relocate.”

Exactly.

“I’ll track down her current address,” Dame Burke said, jotting a note in a diary.

I smiled tightly. “Let’s hope this is a lead. If I can take proof of a shady deal to them, they’ll be locked in battle again.” An impartial clan would rule the development deal as void—at the minimum—according to Kyros’s seconds.

Mr Hothen leaned back. “Sometimes I wonder if it would be better to let someone win.”

I located the F on the table. “Not these ones,” I said, holding it up and thinking of the kiss Kyros gave me that morning. “They’re worse.”

“They’re as bad as each other,” Sir Olythieu spat.

Shaking my head, I swept back my heavy braid to show them the red scar. Then I stood to show them the nearly gone bruises on my stomach.

Murder was etched on each of their faces when I resumed my seat.

I held up F again. “Believe me. I know.”

Maybe I thought the same for a while, but having met both royal families, having been questioned by both, I could say with certainty there was a difference.

Fyrlia wasn’t wholly bad, but the bad parts were evil to the core.

“What can you tell us about the clans, dear?” Dame Burke asked.

I focused on sunflowers. “S is scared.”

Man, focusing so hard made me sweat.

“They would be. From what I understand, only one flock of eagles can fly the skies,” Mr Dithis said.

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