Page 6 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

“I’m giving the favour to Francesca.”

“Nope. It’s non-transferrable.”

He glared. “Fine. In return for my boon, you’ll participate in Frannie’s fashion parade next week.”

It took a few moments to click. “The launch of the boutique stores in Green?”

The vampire nodded.

Dammit. I’d known this would come back to… well,bite me.“Participate how?”

Francesca smirked. “Catwalk.”

I fixed her with a flat look. “This is your turn, isn’t it?” Hersiblingturn to fuck with me and piss Kyros off.

Because he wasn’tnearlypissed off enough.

“Whatever,” I said, pushing at Neelan’s thigh until he budged over.

“Have you considered asking politely?” he snapped.

Honestly? No.

Growing up a billionaire heiress could do that to a person.

I tensed as the front door opened, and blood pounded in my ears, surging as Neelan sniggered over my automatic reaction to the king’s arrival. He was one powerful fucker, and I hadn’t seen him since waking.

The queen wasn’t happy that I’d put her entire family at risk by entering Fyrlia territory.

It occurred to me her husband may not have taken it well either.

“Children,” the queen said happily, sliding into the kitchen ahead of her husband. Her nipples were covered today. The world should mourn the deprivation. They were art.

“Hey, Mom,” the siblings murmured back.

The king scanned the room when he entered, not speaking, his gaze settling on his eldest son.

My phone buzzed.

Thank fuck.

Drawing it out, I read the message from Rory.

Who dis?

I rolled my eyes.

Beside me, his thumbs blurred, and another three messages buzzed through a second later.

What’s happening between you and gyros?

Oops. *Kyros

#autocorrect LOL

Was he serious? Texting while beside me? Sometimes, it took a lot of effort to remember how old these vampires were.

He nudged me until I typed a reply.

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