Page 8 of War of Gods


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“Why would I ever do that?” The man batted his eyelashes.

He was going to be a handful.

I snorted. “I’ll watch over Aiko for you, Kimber.”

Her fiery eyes bore down on me. “I’ll hold you to that.”

The willpower it took not to laugh was immense. Instead, I leaned to the side to stare through the door where my guards stood amongst the other guards. “Crow, Phoenix, show Kimber, Rilen, and Roran around, and then to an acceptable room for them to retire in. Perhaps get them some sportswear so they can burn off some steam with our equipment.”

Reluctantly, the three of them left the room when my guards motioned for them to follow. They glanced back at Dorian in warning—all three of themcautioning him to behave.

“Excellent,” King Belshazzar stated, his eyes back on the screen, already lifting the Original vampire amulet from his pocket once more. “Ten minutes is almost up. It’s time to drink my fill again.”