Death Game: Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #3) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,58

either.”

“Wait, you’re saying I wore your ass out?”

“I already knew you were creative, vixen. That quality extends to the bedroom.”

Grunting, he got to his feet with me in tow and weaved toward the bathroom.

Kyros really couldn’t walk. My body shook as he leaned against the tiled wall in the shower and slid to the ground.

“Would you rather walk?” he asked, setting me on the tiles beside him. We’d broken the shower partition and the mirror. Damn.

I reached up and turned the shower on in answer.

Tried to.

My jaw dropped as the handle came away in my hand. “Shit. I broke the shower.”

Kyros grinned. “Well, we’re fucked because I can’t walk any farther.” He took the black handle from me and fitted it overhead, twisting. Water poured out, and when it warmed, I slithered on my belly under the jet.

“Oh my god, you need to feel this,” I said, laying there as the water pounded down on my aching body. This is why I didn’t do exercise other than swimming. Exercise came with consequences.

Kyros gripped my ankles and pulled himself beside me.

“That feels incredible,” the vampire murmured, his eyes weary.

“Would it be bad to nap here?”

The graphite tiles felt like a cloud. My limbs were so heavy. I needed to sleep for a week. Because of sex.

He mumbled, “Waste of water.”

“Mmm,” I murmured.

Fingertips grazed my cheekbones. The sensation lulled me, and my body relaxed.

I was powerless to open my eyes.

“I love you, Basilia Le Spyre,” Kyros whispered.

With the last of my conscious effort, I rested my hand against his chest and smiled.

“Bitch, get up.”

“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?

I imagined gripping a stick and pulled again. The doors crashed against the walls either side.

“Oops,” I said as Tommy gasped.

I’ll work on that.

Clinging to the watery-mud sensation, I walked through the house beside a very quiet Tommy. As soon as we reached the office, she shut the door and ran for the noise-cancelling button.

She turned to me. “Holy fuck. You’re a vampire.”

I held my hands apart and wriggled the fingers of one. “Human.” Then I wriggled the fingers of my other hand before slicing through the middle.

“You’re somewhere between?” she said, circling me. “Faster and stronger. Anything else?”

I didn’t know how to tell her about the changes after the last thrall, so she had no idea my senses were better now, unless Kyros said something. Thinking of Dumbo, I touched my ears. Then thinking about when I’d next get to the spa for a facial, I touched my eyes, nose, mouth, and skin in turn. “Senses.”

“Is this normal?” Tommy asked in a strangled voice.

I dipped my head.

Her breath came fast. Giving her a moment, I walked to the desk at a hopefully normal pace