Death Game: Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #3) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,95

have another leg to get around on though.”

Vladymir’s deep voice washed over me. “I could get the other kneecap, if you like, Miss Le Spyre.”

He took up the position on my other side as Mikael’s eyes widened.

The red dots covering my body switched to the king’s.

I smirked.

Mikael studied his body before staring at the row of leather-clad vampires at his back. His mouth snapped shut. “Filthy slaves, stand down or each and every one of you will be executed.”

Holding up a finger, I tutted. “That’s incorrect, King Mikael.” I set my bag on the table, turning my face from him as I unzipped it.

“In fact,” I continued. “You’ll find that the Vissimo in Clan Sundulus and Clan Fyrlia that you mistakenly referred to as Indebted were freed of their debt three days ago. They have graciously agreed to remain in my employ.”

I didn’t need to look at the two vampires to my right to feel how much this moment meant to them.

“I suggest you take your seat, Mikael,” I murmured. “For some reason, my friends don’t like you.”

One snarl left his curled lips.

“Father,” Gina said from her seat opposite Kyros, “the faster we hear out the human trash, the faster we can destroy Sundulus.”

I ignored her.

As did Mikael.

“Do I need to remind you of Clause 15?” I asked, tilting my head.

If he touched me right now, Kyros had a right to kill him.

“Father,” Gina said again.

I turned and caught the king’s wide smile before he resumed his seat.

Phew.

“Stand down,” I said to my guards.

A loud boom echoed as the better part of two thousand vampires snapped their heels together, standing erect, guns at their sides.

Pride filled my chest.

Mate, Kyros said, his tone strained to the point of snapping. He needed me closer. Picking up my bag, I walked around the table and edged in between Kyros and Rory.

Setting the bag down, I pulled out the first chunk of documents pertaining to over nine thousand properties.

“I won’t beat around the bush. I’m gifting the entirety of my Bluff City assets to Clan Sundulus,” I declared, setting the stack before Kyros.

“Quaint,” King Mikael said.

“That amounts to nine thousand and thirty-six properties.” I continued. “Thirty-two businesses. And a range of shares in local corporations.”

Kyros had frozen, in and out. As had his siblings.

Clearly, he didn’t receive that part in my mental heads-up earlier. Oops.

Everyone here knew the significance of that number. It was nearly all of the properties belonging to overseas owners—or so they’d thought.

Tommy’s ragged breathing was the only sound.

Kyros thumbed through the stack, scanning the addresses. He traced my signature at the bottom of each page. Sucking in a breath, he pushed the stack toward his father and reached into the bag for the next chunk.

“Ladies,” I said to my crew.

“One moment,” Trenit purred. “Correct me if I’m wrong. Perhaps the rules of Ingenium suddenly changed overnight. You are compelled by a member of Sundulus. Close though my eldest brother keeps you for now, it does not make you exempt from obeying the order of the game. You cannot sign anything over to them.” He leaned forward. “Only us.”

Kyros answered smoothly. “My true mate is not compelled. I removed all compulsions four days ago.”

“We, of course, are unable to verify that, however, given that she cannot be compelled and cleared by an impartial party,” Tynan answered him.

Oh. Fuck.

There was one massive fucking hole in my take-down plan. Shit!

I took the only path I could think of. “My previous compulsion stopped me talking to humans. Bring in a human in your power. I’ll tell them everything I know about Vissimo. There’s proof.”

“Do a temporary compulsion on me,” Tommy said over me.

My eyes widened, and I shot her a frantic look.

She ignored me. “Basilia couldn’t speak about vampires until Kyros freed her four days ago. You can compel the truth from me.”

“And then compel you to keep your mouth shut,” Trenit snapped. “Which should have been done by Sundulus already if they suspected you knew of our existence.”

His threat was weightless and everyone knew it.

Tommy didn’t spare him a glance, peering instead at the impartial clan. “If that needs to happen, so be it.”

Over my dead body.

“If Clan Sundulus wishes to accept these properties from the mate of Crown Prince Kyros, my clan must confer on the validity of this solution. If Miss Basilia Le Spyre is compelled in any way, the deal is illegal within the rules of Ingenium,” a woman from the impartial clan said mildly, looking up from a stack