Page 70 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

“I’m getting used to most stuff, I guess,” I mumbled, trailing off as I stared at the drop of water rolling down his neck.

He dipped his head down. “You had a suggestion.”

I frowned up at him. “Yes.”

“What was it, my beauty?”

It was…

Oh, yeah.

I took a breath. “Last time, I didn’t like that others saw me during the thrall. It’s normal for Vissimo, but it embarrassed me to be seen like that by your sisters.”

His face hardened. “You can’t be left alone, Basilia. I won’t be able to handle that.”

“If you listened, you’d realise that’s not what I’m saying,” I said, glaring at him.

Kyros quirked a brow. “You just stomped on my foot.”

Not my problem.I’d given up on getting rid of the petulant stomp. I drove a golf cart around my estate now. Maybe I’d just embrace the hair toss and the hands on hips, too, like the brat I had enough money to be.

“You deserve it for kissing me and ditching.”

His voice deepened, and the dreamy haze entered his eyes. “Your nipples are still hard.”

And they’d probably stay that way until tonight. “I’m showering.”

He latched onto my wrist. “What were you going to say?”

I tugged it free. “I was going to ask ifyoucould stay with me during the thrall, but I’ve changed my mind.”

Kyros’s shock radiated through me, the searing blast soothed by his overwhelming want.

Slamming the bathroom door on him, I tore off my camisole and sleep shorts, setting the shower to lukewarm. I stepped in and grabbed my body wash left over from the last thrall. I refused to bring any clothing here, electing to bring a bag each time I stayed, so the toiletries were my only possessions in the lair.

Kyros hadn’t said anything, but I knew he was bursting to demand I fill up one of the drawers in his dresser.

Lathering the lemon myrtle wash over my skin, I picked up my razor and set to work checking for body hair and ensuring my skin was smooth. Making quick work of my hair, I dried and moisturised my body in record time.

Towel wrapped tight around my frame, I marched back into the room and grabbed my clothes from the night before.

“You can borrow some of my sweats,” he said, eyeing the pantsuit.

I had an understanding with Safina, and a deal was a deal. Plus, I didn’t want to go down the boyfriend and girlfriend sharing clothes route.

Disappearing back into the bathroom, I dressed, and towel-dried my hair.

“Laurel is waiting to take you to Green,” he said.

I looked at him for the first time.

Whoa.

Double whoa.

He wore a burnt-red blazer over a white shirt. Dark blue trousers and a belt that matched the blazer completed the smart-casual look. The sight of him dressed like that made my toes curl.

“Going somewhere?” I said hoarsely.

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