Page 200 of Psycho Beasts

Aran was in the throes of a deep depression, but my getup still made her jolt with surprise.

Cobra, who was walking past at that exact moment, tripped and slammed his face into the wall.

“Buy that. Immediately,” he croaked.

Aran rolled her eyes and pulled her other choices off the hanger. “Try this.” It was a gossamer white fabric that had fluffy feathers and sparkles across the boobs and sleeves.

I pulled it on and gasped.

The white contrasted with my gold skin and made my hair shine like pearls.

The feathers were fluffy and feminine, and the fabric showed my body when I moved, but I didn’t feel completely naked like in the other outfit.

“You’re a genius,” I said to Aran as I opened up the curtain.

“I know, I’m a great shopper,” Aran said, but her voice was strained and her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

What was a surprise was that all four of the men, who were supposed to be finding their own clothes, stood behind Aran.

“Princess.” Ascher groaned and shoved his tattooed fist into his mouth.

“Oh fuck, baby girl,” Xerxes muttered.

“Love,” Jax breathed out roughly, eyes wide as he admired me.

“I told you guys,” Cobra said to the men as his eyes darkened. “Although, Kitten, I personally prefer the last one.”

“Noted.” I tapped my mouth like I was considering it. “Don’t care.”

I shut the curtain with a snap.

When I’d settled on getting the nightie in white, I walked to check out.

However, I glanced at the tag and nearly passed out.

It was ten thousand credits, and the symbol next to it was the same money symbol used in the shifter realm.

Ten thousand credits was the cost of a large house, and about what Jax said they had paid us for each battle in the shifter realm.

“Aran, did you see the price?” I showed her the tag.

She shrugged. “So?”

“Wow, very royal of you.”

The despondent expression was still pasted on her face as she explained, “Sadie, the mannequins in the store are all covered in jewels, and there are real crystals in those feathers. The material is butterfly silk, which is the most expensive fabric in the realms. What did you expect?”

“I’d set my budget at fifty credits,” I said sadly as the butterfly silk sparkled in between my fingers.

“I don’t know if you want me to act like I relate to you right now, but I don’t speak poor-unfashionable-person language. Sorry.”

My spirits lifted. If Aran was feeling well enough to joke, then maybe she was back to her old self.

I chuckled, but Aran’s face didn’t twitch.

“Oh my sun god, you’re not joking.”

She grabbed a leather strip off the wall that was covered in skulls and started to wrap it aggressively around her throat.

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