Page 64 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

When the seconds zoomed out per their usual exit, Kyros switched off his tablet and stalked slowly toward me. “What do you type down during every meeting? I thought it was notes at first, but you’re always amused.”

That’s because I was within the sad percentage of the population who found their own jokes funny.

I opened the notes app and tilted the screen toward him.

He tore his gaze from my pantsuit and pearl necklace to the device, reading, “Hashtag am screwed more.”

Dang. Maybe it wasn’t funny to other people.

“It’s how I keep track of the conversation when the Vissimo power turns up a notch or ten.”

Kyros read the others, his lips twitching at #juliadoublecrossingdinh.

Not a complete loser. Go, me.

“Hashtag Fyrlia crumb trail,” he said, pointing at the last hashtag. “What does that mean?”

“I think Ilion’s right. There should be a team dedicated to fishing out corrupt deals that Fyrlia has made. The team could target the larger deals from, say, one to two years ago. I feel like they would have taken care in recent months as they drew ahead, but before that, I feel like there’s a chance Fyrlia won’t have bothered to cover their tracks as diligently.”

“Very good, mate. Let’s put it to my brothers and sisters.” Placing a hand on my lower back, he directed me out of the room ahead of him.

Mate.

He had to go and say it.

“Do you regret saying it then?” he murmured at my back.

I shivered, already tense from having him behind me. Did I regret calling him mate? “No.”

Biting back my smile at his answering growl, I scampered into the next meeting room, beelining for Safina. She turned as I approached.

“Ah, Basilia.”

“Ah, Safina.” I copied her slightly bored tone. Was that how this worked?

Gerome’s mouth dropped open and he whacked Francesca. She hissed, fangs lengthening, then glanced at me and Safina. Her fangs disappeared.

She whipped out her phone, and in unison, the other siblings drew out theirs.

Kyros scanned Rory and Neelan as they snickered. “What’s—?” He froze as his gaze landed on Safina and me.

“Brother?” she said, tilting her head.

“Kyros?” I said, tilting mine.

Horror filled him, and I nearly lost it on the spot. His gaze snapped to mine, and I worked to keep my face smooth even though he could feel me hooting inside.

“Oh my gosh,” Lalitta hushed.

Dierdre was crying with silent laughter.Go figure.

Kyros’s throat worked, and he shuddered visiblyandinternally. “Please be seated. We have much to discuss before the call to King Julius.”

Safina leaned back, crossing her legs. I did the same a beat later.

Lust and revulsion warred for first place within the massive vampire.

Oh, yeah.

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