Page 89 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

“Better have my money,” I snapped from sleep’s hold.

Tommy snorted. “Bitch better have my money? I actually get that one.”

No.Only Kyros got my delirious waking-up talk.

I squinted over my shoulder. “Dayzit?”

“Friday morning. 8:00 a.m. You slept for eighteen hours.”

No shit.

My last memory was of stumbling into the house after Queen Titania dropped me off because she was the only other person who knew the code to Kyros’s lair. Everything between the end of the thrall and now was a hazy blur. “Whoa.”

Tommy’s hand rested on my chest. I peered down and only twigged when she clawed her hand.

The scratches were gone.

Tommy threw off the bedspread.

Yep, my knees were healed too.

She held up a hand, wiggling her five fingers. I nodded after a beat, realising what she was asking. And this time, Kyros and I exchange more than blood and sex. What we’d shared was so much more.

Fuck.

My body was begging me to go back to sleep, eighteen-hour slumber notwithstanding. But Tommy was here, and apparently, five days had passed since the fashion show.

“Office,” I croaked.

“I was given instructions to make sure you read this.”

I took the note from her, squinting.

Remember you may be a little faster and stronger, true mate of my eldest son.

- Queen Titania

I blew out a breath. “You read it?”

Tommy’s eyes were wide as she nodded.

That’s my girl.

Recalling Kyros’s words to exert myself less, I pretended my body was wading through mud as I sat and then stood.

That felt too slow.

I pretended I was moving through water instead of mud as I walked between the bed and door. “How did I go?”

Tommy squeaked, “Jerky.”

Crap.

Picking somewhere in the middle, I reached for the door handles.

“Better,” she murmured, sounding faint.

Focusing on my arms, I imagined the force needed to move a feather and pulled. The doors opened halfway.What’s heavier than a feather?

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