Page 42 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

Josie laughed, reaching for the tequila. “We’re even Stevens now. We could hear your heartbeat.”

I bet.

“We’re good then?” I fixed my eyes on Laurel.

She nodded. “Water under the bridge.”

Leaning forward, I hugged her tight. “Love you, Loz.”

The vampire froze in my embrace.

I released her and slithered over the bar like a whale mermaid—because the bar was fucking mine. I stared at the wall of alcohol. Where to start?

“Shots,” I murmured. “Not that they’ll work on you heavyweight fuckers.”

And the Indebted wouldn’t take anything unless I forced it into their hands.

Loading up trays, I waved over Jillian and Evie. “Hand these out, would ya?”

I passed the tray to Jillian, and snagged Evie’s hand, looking her directly in the eyes.

“I’m sorry, Evie. Really, I am. I consider you a friend, and that was a shitty thing to do to you.”

She shrugged a shoulder. “It was. And I’d do the same for any of my family if they were still alive. You’re forgiven.”

Pulling her into my arms, I kissed her cheek. “Thank you. I’m not sure I deserve you being so understanding, but I’ll never forget it.”

The pixie-faced blonde relaxed in my arms and squeezed me back. “I’ll go help Jillian pass out those shots.”

I handed trays to Kelsea and Josie, too, then lined liquor bottles along the bar in an attempt to make the vampires more comfortable taking them.

Grabbing the last tray, I set to work plying my guests with high-percentage alcohol they’d burn off quicker than I could disperse it. The sound of their dancing feet and laughter filled the space. Headphones on, their conversations were shouted, and I sniggered to myself.

I went back and forth with trays, squeezing between leather-clad bodies.

On my fourth return journey, the bar was emptied of the bottles I set out. Ha! That was more satisfying than Santa eating the fig and olive tapenade I used to put out on Christmas Eve.

Setting another twenty bottles on the bar, I glanced at Laurel as she approached the bar next to a dude double her size.Dudewasn’t the best term for him. He’d look more at home in a galley with a broad sword in his hands.

Hot damn. Was he in Laurel’s harem? She tended to go for the Viking type.

“Miss Le Spyre,” she said.Formal. “I’d like to introduce you to Vladymir. He holds my position amongst the Fyrlia Indebted.”

Their leader in other words.

Viking Vladymir extended his hand, and I felt a twinge of warmth.Huh. Consider me surprised my lady parts could twitch for anyone but Kyros. I couldn’t help it. This guy exuded promises of wild sex.

I cast a look at Laurel, who arched a brow.

She was totally into him.

“Nice to meet you, Vladymir. The Vissimo attending from Clan Fyrlia are welcome here.”

His grey-blue eyes gleamed. “So it’s true you don’t call us Indebted.”

I shrugged a shoulder. “You’reindebt. That’s not all you are. For most of you, it’s not even your debt. I hate when people treat me like a token rich brat. Whoever decided people should be stereotyped by our most insignificant quality was a fool.”

“I heard of your battle with Theodore Tonyi,” he said.

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