Vampire Debt - Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #2) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,126

for killing Callum,” I told the sane siblings.

Tynan carried in a small table and got to work setting up a camera. I guess a lock of my hair wasn’t enough of a trophy this time.

“The begging has already begun,” he murmured, fiddling with cables at the back of the camera.

I smiled. “Does it sound like begging, you stupid whore? Let me explain in a way you’ll understand. I’m sorry Callum was the one to attack me and not you. Because I would have loved to drive a drill into your rotten heart.”

The triplet lifted his head, fangs lengthening.

“You’re not killing me to avenge your brother,” I told them, hoping for a tidier death than whatever torture they were setting up so elaborately. “It’s an excuse so you can hunt Kyros’s mate. It’s a thrill for you. Fucking psychos.”

The other two paused in their preparations.

I continued. “What I can’t figure out is whether you have an elder brother complex because Kyros doesn’t accept you. Or if it’s a jealousy thing. Maybe the fact you’re triplets fucked you up in the womb somehow. Or were you dropped on your heads a few times?”

My head snapped back from a blow, and I choked on blood.

As the ringing in my head subsided, I laughed. “What part got to you? Really. I’m curious.”

“You heard Father,” Gina boomed. “Get on with it. I haven’t got all morning.”

I squinted through the pain, catching the dark looks the triplets shot their eldest sister.

Closing my eyes, I focused on Kyros, drawing on his rage to strengthen me for what lay ahead. Through no intention of his own, I was overwhelmingly grateful to have his company in my mind and heart—or wherever his emotions resided within me.

His fear and anguish left a bitter tinge on my lips.

“Turn the camera on and put the call through,” Theodore said.

The call?

“A fighting chance,” Gina hissed. “Make sure of it, or I won’t hesitate to humiliate you in front of Sundulus.”

“Ah, that’s it then,” I murmured, forcing myself to stand. Staying on my knees wasn’t an option. They weren’t just recording my death. This was a live streaming event.

Looked like I was fighting after all. I owed it to those watching and my grandmother.

Theodore unzipped his leather jacket halfway down his chest, circling his arms a couple of times.

“What?” he snarled.

I smiled at him. He had a complex because Kyros didn’t accept him.

“Your blood will fill my mouth.” He pointed at my neck. “You’ll bleed out on this concrete floor. Without family. Without friends.”

The triplet circled me. “Little Tommy told me all about how lonely you are in your big castle. Rich girl, rich girl, sitting all alone. Rich girl, rich girl, sad in her home.”

Didn’t he understand I’d come here knowing the end result?

“Your poems are shit,” I said.

“Tommy didn’t mind them. Neither did your grandmother.”

I was human, but fuck me if I wasn’t going to attempt to take a chunk out of him before the end.

I owed it to both of them and myself.

“Call’s going through,” Tynan announced.

Theodore retreated to the far side of the red circle. They’d made it look like a wrestling area.

Great, my specialty.

“King Julius, I hope this call finds you well,” the triplet spoke into the camera. “Now, my brothers and sisters and I have hooked up a live stream because we thought you might want to watch what’s ahead. But we can’t hear you. That might steal away the ambience of the moment.”

He’d implicated the entire Fyrlia family. Gina and the others didn’t seem surprised.

I just couldn’t believe anyone would dare to speak to Kyros’s father like that.

“This human, Kyros’s true mate, was found sneaking into our territory early this morning. Now that she’s tied to Kyros via the fourth exchange, we consider this an act of war and are seeking our rightful retribution.”

Kyros answering fury made me physically stagger.

Shit, he was watching this? Which meant he was with his father. I’d envisioned him fighting with his siblings just outside, so it was reassuring to know they got him away from here.

In some ways, that made it easier to face what lay ahead. The only thing I had to accept was my path.

Trenit approached me with the camera.

I had to look terrible. While they set up, I’d discovered blood dripping from my ears, nose, and after the blow from Theodore, my mouth was swollen and cut.

“We warmed her up a bit,” he said, shoving the camera in my face. “Such sensitive ears. I wish you’d heard her