Page 124 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

Orion made a sound of disgust and leaned over to describe them to Scorpius. “Three men just approached her. All of them have their hair dyed blue. They are wearing caps on their ears like they want to be fae. From their pathetic statures, they’re a minor species from the Olympus realm.”

Scorpius scoffed.

In a turn of events no one saw coming, the three fae wannabes fell to their knees and bowed before Arabella. “Your Highness, we wanted to welcome you formally to the academy. Where we are from, we worship the fae.”

The royal students, whose table was closest to our table, turned to stare at the spectacle.

Arabella turned bright red. The color clashed horribly with the green-and-blue bruises covering her face.

“Um, thanks, guys,” she said awkwardly.

Next to her, John put his hand over his mouth and shook with laughter.

The fake fae idiots smiled at her words like she was a goddess.

They spoke in unison and said, “We give you our service. The throne of death has turned black for you for the first time in centuries. You are even more powerful and ruthless than your mother and are the only ruler we will accept.”

Arabella blanched.

“Well, th-th-that’s good,” she stuttered and stared down at her plate like she was desperate to be anywhere but talking to them.

They smiled like puppies.

One man grabbed Arabella’s hand and pressed his lips aggressively to her still-healing fingers.

John stopped laughing and glared at him.

I made a mental note to remove the man’s lips.

“Get your filthy mouth off her,” I snarled, and Orion nodded. Scorpius bared his teeth as he realized what was going on.

The fake fae idiot didn’t move. He just stared at Arabella like I hadn’t even spoken.

I released a little pressure.

His lips lit on fire.

I smirked as he yelped and stumbled backward while slapping his face.

“Really, Malum.” Arabella rolled her eyes. “Was that necessary?”

The other’s eyes widened. “Our Highness defends us to the kings. She is not only powerful but kind.”

“Um.” Arabella pursed her lips. “Sure?”

“Don’t forget she’s also gorgeous!” Sadie yelled from the table next to ours.

The royal students who were following the unfolding spectacle chuckled.

I hated the red-eyed bitch. Could she not keep her mouth shut for five seconds?

“Of course, Our Highness is the fairest of them all.” The third blue-haired idiot nodded. The fact that they’d clearly dyed their hair to match hers was beyond ridiculous. Who did that?

Arabella covered her face with her hands and sucked aggressively on her pipe.

I scoffed. “She’s covered in bruises and looks like shit.”

It was the truth.

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