Page 78 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

She listened, and I ducked down, tossing back her champagne as quickly as possible.

“I want him out. Entirely. Within the hour,” she said. “Don’t disappoint me.”

Lady Treena hung up and hiccupped, snatching her chute back. “More champagne.”

I pursed my lips. “You didn’t have to ruin him, Aunt Treena.”

“No one draws blood from my goddaughter without being crushed,” she said. “Perfect rack though, dear.”

Bending, I kissed her cheek. “Thank you.”For talking to me after what I said in the meeting.

She rested a hand on my shoulder.

“I want Henry Gregorian gone,” a thundering voice clapped overhead.

Sir Olythieu snarled into his phone, cane gripped tight. “When do I want him out?Yesterday, Hannah. Do I need to spell everything out for you?” He hung up.

“What are you doing?” Lady Treena demanded. “I already ruined the Gregorians.”

Sir Olythieu replied calmly. “Not if I get it done first.”

He searched my gaze, and I did the same right back.

Exhaling, he took my hands. “Are you okay, Basilia darling?”

I gripped his hands. “Yes, but if you two have already ruined them, I’d like to buy their estate. It’s opposite mine. I can build a bridge over the road and see what speed I can reach on my golf cart.”

He kissed the back of my hand. “A wonderful idea. Perhaps redecorate the house though, darling. Gaudy new-money opulence. You know the type.”

“That little cunt.”

“Dame Burke,” I greeted, turning.

“Have you two ruined the Gregorians yet?” she boomed. When they nodded, she reached into her purse, pulling out her phone. “Thought so. I’ll humiliate them.”

We watched her barrel away.

Phew. Harriet just well and truly fucked her family. I was just going to ruin Henry for a few years, not for life.

“Champagne,” Lady Treena bellowed. “Bartley, help me find a filler upper. Poor people have no idea.”

Sir Olythieu presented his arm. I wasn’t fooled for a single second.

They knew the vampires were here today. They probably knew they were in the box right behind us.

My oldies just drew a line in the sand while showing me everything between us was okay. That made me feel so much stronger.

I ran up the steps, straight into Kyros’s waiting arms.

His quiet growl slipped between us as he stroked my hair, then held me at arm’s length. “I saw.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, she’s been after me for a while.”

He peered after my oldies. “It appears she’s been dealt with.”

His family was all here, aside from Francesca, but they sat watching our exchange in silence.

“Never fuck with old money,” I quipped. “They’re about as ruthless as they come.”

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