Page 40 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

The royal family of the enemy survived. Yes. “Two from S survive. Kyros and Titania.”

Mr Hothen’s expression darkened. “It’s a shame the lot of them won’t die. Good riddance.”

I withheld a retort, my guilt soaring. If they knew I was sleeping in the same bed as a vampire each night, they’d never look at me the same.

I should tell them. Maybe I could convince them it didn’t mean anything. They’d have ideas on how to turn the development to our advantage.

But maybe that’s why I hadn’t told them.

If they knew, they’d expect me to use Kyros. If Ididn’t do that, they’d know my dirty secret.

That I didn’t want to hurt Kyros anymore.

Yet disappointing my grandmother’s memory and her friends? I couldn’t do that either.

I’d landed myself firmly in the middle of a battle I could never win.

8

Only Jessica Alba could wear black leather. InDark Angel, specifically.

I’d broken my rule twice.

Whiteleather didn’t count. Right? Why did I get the feeling my standards were crumbling? How long until I wore black leather and felt no remorse?

It was a slippery slope.

“Will you require me to pick you up later, Miss Le Spyre?” Fred asked from the front seat.

My new club wasn’t far fromKyros Sky.“No, thanks. I’ll be back at the estate by 4:00 a.m. or so.”

“As you say, miss.” He glanced out the window. “I better help you into the club.”

I eyed the stack of camera fuckers either side of the red carpet. They could get brusque. And nothing cried rich woman like a bodyguard. “I’d appreciate that.”

Of course, if no one had shown up—or showed up later—the headlines tonight and tomorrow would ruin the club. I’d made the Indebted feel vulnerable, and now it was my turn.

Glancing down to make sure my bits were inside the white leather leotard, I waited for Fred to open the door. When he did, I extended one long leg out of the limousine and paused.

Because great shot.

White leotard, silver feather shoulder pads, dark eyes, and messy curls that tickled my lower back? Nude stilettos gave my legs the endless illusion. I looked untouchable.Forbidden.

I straightened and waited for Fred to close the door before moving down the red carpet behind him. Indebted had to be all around me—there was no way they wouldn’t be protecting me right now—but I couldn’t see a single one through the throng of reporters.

“Miss Le Spyre, can you tell us why you renamed the club toForbidden?” one shouted.

Uh, because Ricky Pikar fucking named it after me. In numbers.

Turning my smile on full wattage, I twisted to glance over my shoulder at him. “Figure it out yourself. It’s a secret.”

I held a finger to my lips.

If Tommy could see me right now, she’d bust a gut, but I’d had to attend sessions with the estate publicist during my business training. The media gobbled this cheesy shit right up.

My stomach flipped.

“Basilia! Bottom right! International business success, why a nightclub?”

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