Page 77 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

Tommy laughed, clutching her side as she got to her feet. “I don’t own anything. Have fun winning nothing.”

Harriet snarled, lunging forward.

“In the car,” her father shouted, grabbing her around the waist. “Now.”

He shot a nervous look my way, and I didn’t allow so much as a twitch to disturb the hard mask I’d put in place. If Tommy was hurt, his family could kiss the estates goodbye.

I walked to Tommy and reached down a hand to pull her onto the stage.

“Basi, your boobs are out,” she whispered.

“Do they look good?”

“You betcha, lovely.”

Happiness flooded through me. Looping an arm around her neck, I directed her back down the catwalk.

I had no idea why she was here. Or why she’d forgiven me fully enough to attack someone rich enough to bury her. I just knew that I’d never been more grateful for anything in my life.

We couldn’t talk about it with Vissimo about, but when we entered the backstage area, I spun her toward me.

Her chestnut eyes shimmered and she hugged me tight, not saying a word.

I rested my head atop hers. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

She kissed my cheek, squeezing my hand.

How was this possible?

Tommy pulled away first.

“You’re bleeding,” she said, peering at my knees. “The cow wasn’t even subtle about going for you. She pretended to trip, but everyone saw her clawing your chest.”

Four vertical nail marks marred the middle of my chest, where she’d ripped through the clasp.

“That’s gonna sting,” I grunted.

“I’ll find a first-aid kit,” she said, disappearing into the next room.

The assistant fetched me the shirt I’d worn while in make-up, and I watched as the remaining women navigated the catwalk. Francesca went out to make her bows to the audience, and I escaped the line of models waiting to do the final walk. Kyros’s temper was climbing. He needed to see I was okay.

Ignoring the blatant stares of the audience, I walked through their midst, beelining for the box at the back.

I locked eyes with Kyros halfway there.

His eyes were hooded. His fury evident without me needing to see the blazing green of his gaze.

I had one foot on the first step up to the box, when a champagne chute appeared in front of my face.

“Basi dear, I saw what happened,” Lady Treena said, rage etched on her face.

“Aunt Treena, I didn’t know you were coming.” I blinked. How did they hear about this?

She waved a hand. “Hold my champagne, darling.”

I obeyed, grabbing the chute, more than familiar with this game.

The older woman jabbed at her phone, tapping her foot as she waited. “Timothy. Answer faster next time. Henry Gregorian. What do we have on him?”

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