Page 122 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

The large man from the angel legion with two different colored eyes glowered like he had a personal grudge against our slave.

He hadn’t earned the right to hate her. But I had.

The room’s buzz faded into the background as Arabella embraced Sadie and John.

Eerie silence prevailed.

The nothingness of our missing mating song was becoming more prevalent. The silence felt cold.

Dust particles drifted.

Goose bumps prickled across my arms as the phantom chill enveloped me.

The gnarled shadows from the sacred tree drifted back and forth as if the branches were in tune with the quiet. I raked my hand across my shaved head and tried to physically dislodge my ridiculous thoughts.

Was I cracking under the pressure? Maybe they were right and I was too young to be the leader of the kings.

My Revered squeezed my shoulder, and his touch grounded me. My Protector dug his nails into the nape of my neck, and I leaned back into the pain.

I needed to focus on the problem: Arabella.

Instead of sitting down and eating like every other competitor, she hugged John and Sadie.

Why couldn’t she keep her hands to herself for five fucking seconds?

The plan was to go to the dining hall and eat a meal. How difficult was that to follow? For one sun-god-damned minute, it would be nice if everyone just obeyed me.

I was the captain.

I was supposed to be the one calling the shots.

Yet once again Arabella defied me.

John’s wide body completely dwarfed the women as the three of them basically mounted one another in public. They were all over one another.

Only pathetic children hugged like this.

It was embarrassing.

John’s chin rested on top of blue hair, and for a split second, he stopped making pathetic eyes down at our slave and glanced at me.

Hooded dark eyes narrowed.

Slowly, the corner of John’s mouth pulled up in a smirk as he made a show of nuzzling his chin against her curls.

I saw red.

It wasn’t from the eclipse.

He pulled Arabella tighter against his chest, and his lips moved as he whispered something only she could hear. His eyes didn’t leave mine.

John was staking his claim.

My top lip curled up with disgust because he could have her. She was nothing to us. Nothing.

Arabella let him haul her closer and melted against his chest.

My flames shot higher.

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