Page 47 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

“I’ll get onto that immediately,” Jordan said.

My phone chimed as I ended the call. 1:00 p.m., and so many calls to make and emails to answer. I was mostly caught up, but a queue of CEOs waited for my approval on proposals. The sleepless nights were getting to me.

I glanced at the message.

[MESSAGE NOT SENT. This number is disconnected or no longer in service.]

My mouth dried. Tommy changed her number.

Of course she did.

Rubbing my chest, I opened a message from Dame Burke.

I stared at the address in Frankton Gorge.

There wasn’t a name attached to the message, but I knew who it belonged to.

Sandra Hoyt.The last case manager for Mr Ringly’s DA.

Hope and fear warred for first place. If she’d moved due to pressure or threats from Fyrlia, then I could stop the end cascade by bringing it to King Julius.

Which meant I couldn’t delay. If I left now, I’d be back before my tower shift.

The problem being my personal GPS tracker. Tapping a finger on the table, I frowned at the Tom Hanks autobiography on the shelf.

Picking up the landline, I dialled for Fred.

“Miss Le Spyre. How can I be of assistance?”

“Fred, please send Mrs Hannah in.” It was Sunday, so she shouldn’t be working.

Oh fuck.

“Scrap that, Fred. She’ll be at her extended lunch.”

Hmm, I needed a reason to go to Frankton Gorge. Screwing my face up, I dismissed half a dozen excuses.

Kyros understood family and business.

I picked up the landline again. “Fred, get the car ready. We’re going to Frankton Gorge.”

“As you say, miss.”

Laurel would have heard that too.

Kyros left mine an hour ago, which made this look more suspicious. Since the first night, he tended to stick around the estate until midday, then we went our separate ways until midnight. There hadn’t been any repeats of what happened in the wardrobe, even after my text last night. Part of me was grateful despite the aching of my body. It was just a rabbit GIF, but I’d literally thought the same thing minutes before he sent it through. That our connection was changing and deepening was undeniable. With physical intimacy as intense as ours that trend would continue. I had to be careful. Losing myself over and over like that could break me. Not that I had to fend him off each night or anything. In Kyros, I detected fear each time we touched. He was afraid of losing control and starting the fifth exchange before the agreed time.

Next Sunday after the fashion show, we’d take the next step.

I’d wanted to do it tonight, but Dr Olivia recommended we wait four weeks from the attack in the hope my body would have replaced a fair amount of lost blood cells.

I sent Kyros a llama GIF.

His amusement trickled through a second later, and I hit Dial.

“Basilia.” His voice slid over me, through me, and bumps erupted on my skin.

“Kyros.”

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