Death Game: Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #3) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,75

ship had sailed well and truly.

Her eyes were on me. “Do you need to win? This was never your game to play.”

From the moment I met Kyros, it was.

“He will live.” Laurel pressed. “You’ll have protection of a Vissimo army. You could take him back by force.”

I had considered that. Part of me would love to take what I wanted.

Except that would hurt the Indebted.

And… “If I don’t save Kyros’s family, he’ll never look at me again.”

She pulled a face. “He offered the sixth exchange. Don’t you wonder why?”

The thought had kept me up since his visit.

“He’s angry at you,” Laurel said. “He feels betrayed and hurt. Just as you did not so long ago. But you overcame that. So will he in time.”

This vampire was two hundred and eighty years old. I should believe her. Except I could feel what Kyros felt, and enough had happened to me that I knew some scars never left. I would always be haunted by imagining how the triplets killed my grandmother. I’d always relive that terrified, desperate moment when I’d dropped the bomb into Theodore’s open jacket. I’d never forget the call from Theodore telling me he had Tommy or the way the floor seemed to disappear beneath me.

Kyros was meant to just get over the slaughtering of his family? What then? We’d live happily ever after until I died and he went berserk?

No.

Maybe the game had spanned generations before I came along. But this was different for the same reason Trenit and Tynan were at each other’s throats after Theodore’s death. I’d dropped the bomb, but Trenit clicked the button.

There had been bombs around the necks of the Fyrlia and Sundulus royals for one hundred and fifty years.

But I had clicked the button that would destroy Sundulus.

That was why Kyros would never forgive me.

“I can’t win the game, Loz,” I said, expression grave. “I can’t fulfil my grandmother’s legacy in Ingenium.”

She frowned at me. “Then what are you going to do? Why do you need us?” Laurel glanced at the papers for the billionth time.

I’d free the Indebted regardless of my situation. The only thing stopping me was the uncertainty of when the sixth exchange would occur. Until that happened, I wouldn’t rest easy.

Everything in the coming week could blow up in my face.

Ten days ago, I strutted into a situation I felt completely prepared for and it went to shit.

Now, I planned to strut into a situation I couldn’t possibly prepare for because it was now the only avenue left where Kyros and I might regain a semblance of what we’d once had.

For that, I’d do anything.

I regarded the woman across the desk. “I’m going to give everything I own in Bluff City to Clan Sundulus.”

Her mouth rounded.

Couldn’t blame her. There were more things that could go wrong with that than right. For one, I could only speak in formal situations if Kyros granted me permission. Then there was the tiny thing where I may not have enough assets to actually change the outcome.

I exhaled slowly. “If Kyros’s family goes down, it won’t be without me giving everything I have to stop it.”

“Mr Tetley has resumed work, but I believe it will take time for him to feel comfortable again,” Fred said.

I considered that. “I need to speak to him.”

Tommy gave him a modified version of what happened with Theodore, but that didn’t erase all of our fights since I first entered Kyros Sky. Her father definitely knew about them. He’d known me my entire life, but Tommy was his world.

Which was no doubt why he’d agreed to come back at all.

“That might be best, Miss Le Spyre,” Fred said, bowing.

He held a finger to his ear. “Lady Treena is pulling up, miss.”

I rose, making sure to keep the speed within human bounds. Fred’s reaction to my new additions was one that I was putting off.

I strode past him.

“Miss Le Spyre, is everything okay between you and your grandmother’s friends?” Fred asked as I reached the door.

Pausing, I glanced back at him. “They seem to think I’m a younger version of my grandmother, Fred. We’ve had some disagreements.”

Fred smiled.

“They expected you to play the game as your grandmother did?” he asked, shaking his head.

Stepping beside me, he drew the door open.

His brown eyes twinkled. “I predicted that you’d be every inch of the Head of Estate your grandmother was. In your own way. If your grandmother’s friends believed otherwise, that was their mistake. It sounds like they’re now aware of