Blood Trial Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #1) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,121
was realising that asking these kinds of questions secretly killed him. Which was good because most of them he had no fucking right to ask. “He needed a human for a date to a social event. People are more likely to relax in his presence if a human is there.”
“What did he offer you? Did he threaten you?”
Damn, threatening was his second guess? That was kind of flattering. “Confidential.”
“Kyros, Rory just answered. He’ll be here presently.”
Great. “So it wasn’t Laurel’s fault.”
“They allowed you to move without my knowledge.”
I set my jaw. “Their orders are to accompany me when I leave the tower. Not to take me to a Kyros-approved location list.”
“Basilia, I’m warning you that now is not the time to push me,” he replied calmly.
I snapped my mouth shut, heeding his words.
A different approach then.
I pushed back a few strands of his toffee hair. “Please promise me you won’t punish them. It was my fault. I’ve learned my lesson.”
He didn’t budge in response to my touch. “What lesson is that?”
I lowered my hand to his chest, blinking a few times. “That I can’t have a normal life anymore.”
Yet.
At his continued staring, I angled my face away. “Can you put me down?”
“Kyros,” Angelica piped up. “We have teams waiting to hear from you before they set plans in motion for tomorrow.”
Oh crap! The dice roll. It was the middle of the night.
My eyes narrowed. “That timing is way too suspicious. They’re fucking with you at a strategic time.”
Kyros strode to his office chair and placed me in it. I sighed, clasping my dress to me, and throwing my leg out. The pain in my hip subsided straightaway.
I spun in the chair, so Kyros couldn’t see me and took the first semblance of a full breath I’d managed since seeing him.
“Basilia was attacked by Fyrlia,” he said mildly. “The boy she was with is in critical condition.”
I covered my mouth. He was?
Opening my eyes, I caught Rory’s furtive peek my way.
Don’t feel sorry for me yet, bucko. I dropped you in it.
“Did you make a deal with Basilia and take her to a social function tonight?”
Rory nodded, watching his brother closely.
I wanted to do the same. Kyros was way too chill and that was freakin’ terrifying.
“Did you allow her to go home with a human male, knowing what her intentions were?”
Rory’s gaze dropped. “We made another deal.”
Kyros turned away.
“She bribed me with information.”
That fucking swine! Though… I had. He’d dropped me in shit right back. I guessed we were even-stevens now.
Kyros kept his back to his brother. “You let me down, Rory.”
He flushed. “I went too far, perhaps. I didn’t know she’d be attacked. I made sure Laurel took extra guards.”
“You knew she was attacked last week,” Kyros roared, spinning to the screen.
I covered my ears, squeezing my eyes closed until the echoes in the office subsided.
“I didn’t take my brother for an idiot,” he finished, pacing again.
The boom of Kyros’s agitated footsteps was the only sound, until Rory replied, “Brother, I admit fault. But I want you to know that I only treasure one thing in this world. Miss Tetley’s information helped to protect our family tonight. We avoided what could have been a catastrophic deal because of her observation skills.”
Catastrophic? Really? The deal was that big?
“I’m surprised to hear you value anything more than yourself,” Kyros responded, slamming a finger down on the keyboard to my right.
The screen went black.
Eek. Kyros just hung up on his bro.
“Sir, your father has called twice. We need his approval before we can launch today’s movements,” Angelica murmured.
I didn’t just make mistakes nowadays. Someone was in hospital, I’d come between two brothers, and interrupted the dealings of an entire clan.
I spun the chair around. “You can’t let them play you like this, Kyros.”
“You’ve seen the depths to which my enemies will go,” he murmured, eyes glinting.
No, my ignorance of his enemies made me afraid of them. I was no more afraid of them than I was when I had no idea what Kyros and this clan would do to me. A Vissimo was a Vissimo in my eyes.
“What’s it gonna take for you to get your shit together and work like normal?” I asked him. Those fuckers attacked me and yet my guilty conscience had to make sure everything was fixed.