Page 146 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

I lifted a shoulder.Just for interest’s sake.It was kind of like me wanting to read my medical history at this point. Plus, I could tell he was telling the absolute truth. The whole emotion radar and telepathy combo didn’t leave room for ambiguity.

The document was being passed from end to end.

When the last Vissimo in Clan Leith closed the pages, the woman spoke again. “With the parameters in mind, we will now vote.”

What? Like aneveryone raise your handtype of situation? Surely not.

“Everyone raise your hand if you are assured of the validity of Miss Le Spyre and Crown Prince Kyros Atagio’s claim that all compulsions were removed four days hence.”

I closed my eyes.

After everything, a fucking vote was the straw on the camel’s back that made me want to bury my head in the group and pretend none of this existed.

Open your eyes, Basilia.

Obeying, I stared at the six hands in the air.

My knees wobbled and I locked my legs, counting the hands again. Six out of ten.

Sixty percent.Was that in our favour or against us?

A savage snarl ripped from King Mikael’s lips. “Preposterous. Clan Fyrlia demands an appeal.”

Queen Titania laughed lightly. “The rulings of the impartial clan at the end cascade negotiations is absolute. Do not seek to waste our time, Mikael.”

Oh, snap!The cruel king stared across the table at Kyros’s mother, undisguised lust in his muscular body.

King Julian shifted.

I shared a look with Tommy, and she dipped her head.

Time to get things back on track. This was our show, not theirs. And I could strangle her later for risking herself like that.

“Please come forward with the remaining deeds,” I called over my shoulder.

One by one, my vampire crew of seven set a bag on the table, some of them carrying two. Tommy collected hers and passed it into my hands.

The kings broke off their stares, and I released a pent-up breath.

This is my show.

I opened the bag and removed the top sheet, setting the page before my mate. It showed the tallies of Fyrlia’s assets against my own in combination with Sundulus’s assets.

Are those numbers correct?I asked him.

He studied the sheet intently.

I left Kyros’s side as he perused the document. Facing the royals at the head of the table, I said, “If Clan Sundulus accepts these gifts, they also accept my terms.”

King Julius lifted his head at that.

Picking up the closest contract, I flicked to the second page. “Regarding the execution of Fyrlia royals. If Clan Sundulus should win, all royal children will be allowed to live.” I squinted at the page. “Oh, hold on. Tommy, could you help me with this part?”

My friend licked her lips, joining me at the head of the table. I held the document so she could see.

Her voice didn’t tremble. “All royal children of Clan Fyrlia will live, barring Trenit Tonyi and Tynan Tonyi.” She said the words and raised her head to look at them on the far side of the king.

“Fucking a human was a bore, but we did enjoy taking turns,” Trenit said, a death metal T-shirt visible beneath his blazer.

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