Page 7 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

He thinks he failed your family and me. He’s pissed.

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Rory showed the message to Lalitta on his other side, then typed again.

I read his reply.

Can you un-angry him?

He’s being a pain at work and we need him on the ball.

They did? Were Fyrlia already moving on the information I gave them?

I sent my text.

Why? What’s happened?

Rory cast a look at his father, who prowled about the room looking about as out of place as a wolf at a roller disco. My tension inched upward as he passed close by, flicking his ancient blue eyes to the wound on my neck.

Please keep moving, please keep moving.

My shoulders didn’t relax one bit as he stalked past the window before returning to his queen’s side.

I opened Rory’s message.

Things have stalled with the recent distractions

Things like the Mr Ringly bluff?Fuck.Itwasstarting. The Sundulus clan, unknown to most of their minions, were doing their best to sabotage a subdividing project that would trigger the end of the game.

Mr Ringly was a drug addict, and one month ago, Kyros was certain of the win.

Until I opened my big mouth to save Tommy.

If Fyrlia was pushing back, I had to get out of here and figure out a solution without delay. Which meant, it really was in my best interest toun-angryKyros.

I nodded at Rory and Lalitta, texting:

I’ll try

How the hell I’d achieve that was the next question. Nothing came to mind.

My phone buzzed incessantly and I glared at Rory before seeing it was a call from Tommy. This had to be number fifty at least, despite my messages to her. I got her neediness. It was the same for me too. I just couldn’t stand for her to be compelled after everything Theodore did to her.

“Do you intend to answer that?”

My chest seized at the king’s silken voice though he was speaking quieter—like all of the Sundulus royals—because of my ears.

I darted a glance at him. “No, I—”

His eyes narrowed to slits. “Answer it, human.”

And when the fuck King Julius’s questions were rhetorical was anyone’s guess.

Shit.Tommy knew about Vissimo. What if she let something slip on the phone?

Swallowing, I obeyed, holding the phone away from my ear. “Tommy.”

“Basi! Oh my fucking god. You better have a great reason for fobbing me off for two weeks. Where the hell are you?”

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