Page 43 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

Stilling, I peered up at the massive fucker. “Not my favourite memory.”

“But an honourable one. You’re not without bravery, young one.”

I didn’t feel honourable. I didn’t feel brave.

Swallowing, I muttered, “Thanks. I’m just sorry you have to work for that psycho, Mikael. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

He exchanged a look with Laurel. She arched a brow, and his lips twitched.

And what that was about, I had no clue.

“You’re not drinking?” I held up a shot to Laurel.

She shook her head. “None of your estate crew are. We need to uphold your safety.”

I grimaced. “Right. Yeah. I guess indulging in hard liquor wouldn’t go down well with Kyros.”

She gestured. “You’re not drinking?”

Things were too shit to drink right now. Which was ironic because that was usually my go-to when manure hit the fan. “Nah, I’ve got to work at the tower later. Is Vladymir in your harem?”

Oops.

That wasn’t the smooth conversation change I’d envisioned.

The Vissimoperused each other the same way I scanned abstract art—like they were trying to figure what the splashes meant and if it was art at all.

“We did discuss the possibility once,” the Viking eventually answered. “The issue being that we both like to be dominated.”

These conversations were miles above my pay grade.

I cleared my throat politely. “How lovely.”

Laurel threw me a grin. “We decided it wouldn’t work.”

“Yeah, but wouldn’t it be like a fight? Like a reverse fight? You’d both be goading each other to take control until one snapped.”

Blinking, I leaned back.

Jesus.When was the fifth exchange? I needed to get some.

The two vampires scanned each other anew.

Nowthat.That’show I looked at strawberry mojitos.

“The children from our union would be strong,” he said in a low voice.

Laurel hummed. “The thought of goading you to dominate me appeals.”

He lowered his head. “It is not I who will lose control,skjaldmær. Your womb is mine.”

Fucking hell.

My phone buzzed. I read the message from Kyros.

Where are you and what are you doing?

Uhm, replying that I had front row seat to a Viking porno may not go down well.

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