Page 79 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

Kyros’s gaze was fixed on my knees.

“Tommy’s finding a first-aid kit. I’ll go sort this out.”

“I can handle it,” he said, nostrils flaring.

I shoved him gently. “I know.”He couldn’t.“I’d like to find her.”

“Francesca! What happened today? Was it a design flaw?” a woman said.

Cameras flashed.

Kyros peered over my head, his mouth tightening.

“Just an incident,” she answered, the anger in her voice plain.

I groaned and heard Rory’s groan too. That wasn’t the way to deal with the media.

Untangling myself, I marched down the stairs to where reporters had holed Francesca up.

“Miss Le Spyre! Flashing the audience. I’m certain they won’t forget that any time soon.”

Stopping beside Francesca, I wrapped an arm around her slim waist and cocked a brow at the man. “They’re real too.”

He chuckled.

“Can we take your participation in the show to mean the Le Spyre empire supports this label?” a woman asked.

Francesca tensed.

“Ornateproduces sustainable and ethically-made clothing that meets and exceeds global standards in the Fairtrade Practices Act,” I replied coolly. “The designs demonstrate a left-turn from the fast fashion practices that promote slave labour and negatively impact the environment. While upholding those incredible values, Francesca manages to combine the trends of today with a classic feel that ensures women and men can wear her garments for years to come. Her work is nothing short of genius. Long answer short, I wholeheartedly support her outstanding label.” I scanned the reporters, arching a brow. “Now, if you’ll excuse us. My knees are bleeding, and I’m sure you can appreciate that Francesca will be in hot demand for the foreseeable future.”

They snapped pictures as I directed her back through the crowd.

She allowed me to for a full minute before snapping out of her funk.

“All that stuff you said,” she said, grabbing my forearm. “Did you mean it?”

“My family name is synonymous with ethical practices, Francesca. I researchedOrnateas soon as the show was mentioned. If I’d found your label lacking in any way, I wouldn’t have walked, no matter the favour I owed Gerome.”

A small smile graced her face.

“You need to practice dealing with the media. Let me know if you want help. Or I suppose Rory is decent at it.”

“I may just take you up on that,” she said breezily, handing my phone over.

Tommy waved from the stage.

“Gotta get cleaned up.” I dialled Daniel as I strode toward Tommy.

“Miss Le Spyre.”

“Daniel, if there’s not already, half-naked pictures of me will be covering the internet.”

He cleared his throat. “Already on it, miss.”

“Thanks.”

“Harriet Gregorian did it?”

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