Page 89 of Wolf Roulette

The vampire studied me. “Thank you for the information regardless.”

“Happy to help. Anything to prevent more supernatural bullshit, right?”

Her focus didn’t budge. “I’m not a fan of bullshit. If there’s one thing I hate more, it’s fucking games. When I get back to the city tomorrow, I’ll take this to Julius on your behalf. While we wait on that, I want to know if there’s anything I can do to help you on a more personal level.”

My brows drew together. “Why would you go out of your way to do that?”

She took a deep breath. “I was once in a game that threatened to drive Kyros and I apart. I felt alone and powerless and afraid. If someone had been there to help me, things would have been easier to bear. Did you know that your heart misses a beat every time you say his name?”

“Sascha?” I asked.

Her lips curved as my heart skipped before resuming.

“I never noticed.” My voice was soft.

“Loveis the only game worth playing. So how can we win? Is it money you need?” She made a flippant gesture and a hint of her vampire stench reached my nostrils.

“Money? Thank you, but no.” In the middle of rubbing my nose, I froze and lifted my gaze to hers. “Maybe there’s another way you could help me though.”

15

What was it about this day of the week that felt lonelier than usual?

Was it that I’d elected to spend the evening in my office while stewards laughed and let loose through the manor?

Whatever the reason, Saturday never felt lonely when he was around. After talking with Basilia most of the night about her immortal mating with Prince Kyros, I just wanted to skip the bullshit and be with Sascha.

I texted him. How many times was this now? Fifty?

I miss you so much.

Messaging a blocked number was the equivalent of writing a journal, but my soul ached with the need to see him.

Delivered.

I sucked in a breath. The message status hadn’t changed since I left pack lands. He’d unblocked me.

Three dots appeared and my heart hammered. He’d read the message.

He was typing back.

Oh my god.Should I call?

“Wait for him to reply,” I scolded myself.

Five minutes went by and the three dots disappeared.

A crushing weight filled my chest.

I typed again.

You need to see me too.

Please. Let’s talk

The message showed a delivered status, but the three dots didn’t appear.

He wasn’t even going to give me the damndots?

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