Page 189 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

I peeked behind the pillow, and John’s face was contorted into harsh angles by a deep scowl.

The air shimmered darkly around him.

“Are you okay?” I whispered, although I knew the answer.

He wasn’t. The crushing weight on my chest quadrupled until it felt like a spear pinned me to the mattress.

What we’d done had triggered some type of psychological breakdown inside him.

John said nothing.

He stood unnaturally still and kept glaring.

I wanted to cry because I knew we were both thinking about it.

From his expression, he was having a lot of regrets.

Mr. Hyde was always quiet and brooding, I reminded myself. Maybe it just seemed worse because he hadn’t switched personalities in a while? He’d seemed fine last night.

“Everyone, wake up. We leave for breakfast in thirty minutes,” Malum barked out from across the room.

He hung shirtless from the bathroom doorframe by his fingertips. “We’ll deal with Lothaire’s announcement when the problem arises.” Bronze arms glistened as he banged out pull-ups. “Everyone needs to focus on being strong.”

Malum stared at me, and his harsh expression softened. “Are you feeling better?”

Great, he was having an episode.

I looked away, pulled the covers over my head, and pretended to sleep. I literally couldn’t handle Malum acting like he was nice.

I also tried to ignore that John hadn’t moved away from the bed and was looming over me.

Sure, Mr. Hyde was normally silent and brooding, but this was a lot.

Even for him.

I was surrounded by certifiable men.

When I gathered the courage to leave my blanket fort and go to the bathroom, John narrowed his eyes at me with distrust.

His energy was off as we walked to breakfast with a couple feet between us.

The space felt painfully awkward.

In the great hall, students fell silent as I passed.

When I got to the dais where the legions sat, feathers clattered together as all the angels turned to glare at me. The ice weapons strapped across their backs chilled the air.

Their captain turned to me and wrinkled his nose. “Sinful blood,” he spat as his mismatched eyes flashed.

I pretended he was also obsessed with me.

It was hard being popular.

A few tables down, Sadie gave me a friendly wave while Jax smiled, and their small acts of kindness meant everything.

I felt a little better.

Behind Sadie, Jinx mouthed, “Snap out of it,” and Cobra made a shockingly vulgar hand gesture. Jax slapped him.

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