Page 78 of Pretty Little Psycho

I almost pull her off the dancefloor and drag her into the nearest bathroom when Riot gives me a nod. His eyes are dark and hard. I take a deep breath and feel the raven’s power surge through my veins.

Trouble isn’t coming.

It’s here.

I hand Maureen off to Atlas and follow Riot outside.

We come face to face with our initiates. They wear skull masks and dark hoods. And an unkindness of ravens flock around them.

Fuck.

I pull out my phone to warn Atlas, but it’s too late.

The doors creak open behind us, letting out a flood of music from the ball.

“What the fuck is all this?” Atlas barks.

Riot growls like a fucking wolf. “Anarchy.”

Maureen

The guys have been gone too long. I can’t find Libra or Villette and I’m starting to feel like I did on that night in Wickford Hollow—scared, alone, and feral. I don’t trust anyone else but them. And I can’t find any of them. What the fuck is going on?

A soft hand grabs mine and I jump.

Jessamine.

“What the fuck?” I yell over the music. “We talked about sneaking up on me, Jess.”

Her eyes widen. “He’s coming for you, Maur. Hide.”

My stomach knots. “Who?”

She pushes me toward the front doors. “Zeke. Run, Maur. Run and hide in the woods.”

Oh, fucking hell.

I shake my head. “No, not without the guys. They’ll protect me. I need to find Libra and Villette.” The panic is rising in my chest, threatening to suffocate me.

Jessamine hisses. “They’re all in trouble. Zeke is going to kill you for your power. You have to hide. Please, Maureen.”

What in the hell is she talking about? “Jess, I don’t understand. I don’t have any power. You’re not making sense.”

I realize how fucking strong she is when she drags me across the dancefloor. “You’re the only one who can be their fourth,” she calls back. “You’re their firecracker. Zeke doesn’t want Nocturnus to control the ravens. He wants that power for himself.”

I pull back on her grip. “Jessamine, stop.”

She whips around, her face twisting in horror. “Zeke is a bastard.”

“Yeah, no shit,” I snap.

“No, Maur, you don’t. He’s the bastard son of Holden Graves. He’s Riot’s half-brother.” She purses her lips so hard I think she might shatter her own jaw.

I shake my head. “No. Riot would have said something.”

Jessamine tightens her grip on my wrist. “Not if he doesn’t know for sure.”

That eerie feeling from earlier is back and spreading through my core. “How do you know?”

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