Page 1 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

Chapter 1

Corvus Malum

REVELATIONS

The beginning: Shackles—Day 1, hour 0

Crack.

Flames exploded as we RJE’d back into Elite Academy, and the five of us returned to an empty classroom.

Orion staggered, and I held my precious mate upright. Scorpius rested his long fingers on the backs of both our necks tightly.

His nails dug into our skin.

I leaned into his familiar touch and tried to ignore the headache that throbbed in my temple.

In a few minutes, everything had changed.

My mates and I were now bound by enchanted tattoos to Aran.

No, Arabella.

The honorable House of Malum was bound to a lying, weak fae. A useless. Manipulative. Woman.

I swallowed thickly, and Scorpius’s nails stabbed harder against my flesh. “Breathe, Ignis,” he whispered softly against my ear.

I nodded to show him I was trying.

Flames licked across my shoulders and down my arms. The heat burned my veins, and sweat dripped down my jaw.

I felt feverish, like I always did when I was close to losing control.

My body vibrated from the sheer force of the power pounding through my veins.

It would be euphoric to release the flames. To raze the world and paint it red with fire.

But I couldn’t.

Sweat made my vision blurry.

“Focus on us,” Scorpius ordered. My Protector’s voice was hard as steel, and he left no room for argument.

His nails dug deeper into my flesh.

Orion leaned against me. His hand reached back and snaked underneath the corner of my sweatpants.

His fingers were icy compared to my warm skin.

I was burning up.

Scorpius pulled my neck back and pressed his cheek against mine. “Listen to my voice,” he demanded.

His fingers tightened, and I focused on the pain.

I let it ground me.

“You are in control,” he said firmly. “You rule the fire. It does not rule you.”

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