Page 80 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

“Yep.”

“I’ll make sure the picture of her ass is the top search result.”

I snorted. “Thanks, Daniel.”

“All in a day’s work, Miss Le Spyre.”

I let Tommy direct me to a seat where she set to work on my knees.

I watched her work, shedding the armour I’d just donned to deal with the crisis outside. My hands shook as the impossibility of her presence hit me anew. I didn’t dare feel joy even with her tending my wounds.

“Will I live?” I asked in a trembling voice.

She stuck the final Band-Aid in place and scrubbed at the trails of blood down my shins with an alcohol wipe. “I prescribe you medicinal tequila shots for the next three days. With regular consumption, you should bounce back in no time.”

“You spear-tackled Harriet Gregorian off the stage,” I informed her gravely.

Tommy’s face was grim. “Yeah. I did.”

I cracked a grin.

Her chin wobbled.

We reached for each other, rolling on the floor as we hooted our damn heads off.

“What were youthinking?” I asked between gasps. “You’re the height of her legs.”

Tommy sucked in a breath. “I saw red when I realised she ripped your bra off. What kind of low-life trash does that?”

I wiped my eyes. “Daniel’s wiping everything, but I need a video of that. We’ll add it to our time capsule.”

“The one we dig up each year to add stuff to, but end up going through the contents because we can’t wait ten years?”

Yep.

A shadow fell over us.

Tommy tensed.

So did I.

“Basilia,” Kyros said. He studied my knees. “I see Tommy has taken care of you.”

I sat, and he gripped my arms, pulling me to my feet without effort.

“Uh, yeah. I’ll be ready to go soon.”

“There’s an afterparty.” He shot a look at Tommy, who was dusting off her hands and butt.

“No, thanks. Let’s just head to your place.” I hesitated, glancing at my friend. We had a lot to talk about if her change of heart wasn’t a moment of insanity.

Kyros smiled. “I can pick you up in a few hours if you prefer.”

He was smiling, but inside he was devastated.

Tommy grabbed my arm. “You have a date planned. Don’t worry about me. I’ll head back to my place and we can catch up another time.”

“Tom, please don’t go back to wherever you’re staying. Go to the estate.”

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