Page 94 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

I watched his struggle to regain control, sending soothing vibes his way.

“I am about to take you into the territory of a stronger Vissimo,” Kyros said in a guttural voice I could barely understand. “It goes against my instincts to allow that when I’m unsure of the outcome.”

“You’re afraid things will go wrong,” I said.

So am I. But only at the thought of losing you.

Kyros turned to me, and I blinked against the brightness of his eyes.

“Are you certain about the hand you’re about to play?” His voice rumbled through me and my heart squeezed.

“As sure as I can possibly be.”

He searched my face. “Then I suppose I’m meant to let you proceed.”

It would be funny if he wasn’t so torn apart inside. “Yes, Kyros. That’s how you’ll protect me this time.”

A wrinkle appeared between his brows.

I paused. “You’ll be there to protect me physically too. Even if it’s unnecessary.” His father couldn’t kill me without causing his son to lose control.

It was an insurance I didn’t want but could need.

Kyros’s eyes dimmed to near-normal wattage as he pulled out onto the freeway again. Silence returned until my thundering heartbeat formed the drumroll for our drive into the property of King Julius.

Fuck.

I could not screw this up. Kyros was important to me.Thatwas indisputable after what we’d shared.

Apparently, so were his siblings.

“That doesn’t make this easier,” he said, glaring at my chest.

Yeah, my heartbeat was an inconvenient sign on my discomfort. “I know.”

Kyros took my hand when we exited the car, squeezing it this time.

I stopped him, looking up. “Thank you.”

Then I untangled my fingers, heading into the house before him. I marched through the halls and through the interior courtyard, climbing the stairs toward the chamber where I’d first met King Julius.

I listened to the shuffling of the Vissimo within.

Everyone was there.

I inhaled, scenting the saltiness of my perspiration. Gathering myself at the top of the stairs, I strode through the iron and wood doors.

King Julius sat in his throne, dressed in his usual coarse sarong—Queen Titania was seated beside him in a robe.

The royal siblings stood four at the base of the stairs, leaving an opening for Kyros and me.

I stopped in the middle and curtsied. Kyros stopped several steps behind me, obeying my wish to do this alone. I was alone in appearance only, perhaps, but that distance was driving him to the edges of his control.

“Human.” King Julius greeted me.

The last few times he’d spoken to me, I’d been Basilia or Miss Le Spyre ormate of my heirif he was feeling really nice.

He held up a letter. “King Mikael sent a letter tonight after his time with my heir. It is addressed to you.”

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