Page 214 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

“Get it, girl!” I yelled into the crowd as I held both bottles up in a salute to Sadie, who was likely having sex with two of her mates in a corner somewhere.

She inspired me.

Cobra reached for my hand. “Give me one of those bottles.”

“No!” I snapped. “Get your own, snake boy. I bet Sadie chose Xerxes and Jax because she didn’t think you and Ascher were man enough to touch her in public.”

“Excuse me?” Cobra’s jaw clenched as Ascher pushed away from the wall.

I nodded. “Yep, she told me so.”

And just like that, I was standing alone in the corner. “You’re welcome, Sadie,” I said to no one. Best. Wingwoman. Ever.

I cackled at my intelligence.

Sadie had actually complained that Cobra and Ascher were too eager to touch her in public and that Jax and Xerxes were too respectful. Now, thanks to me, she was going to be having sexual relations with four aggressive shifter men in public while the guitar riffed and a male singer screamed.

Sun god, I was such a good friend.

Turning, laughing to myself like I was slightly (very) unstable, I was surprised to find Luka leaning against the wall a few feet away from me. He was actively ignoring a group of students that were all trying to touch and talk to him.

I waved and smiled.

He frowned.

I rolled my eyes and mimed shooting myself in the head to show how much I loved the party. For a split second, his eyes twinkled in the dark, and I swore he wanted to smile.

A man bumped into me.

Luka’s frown deepened into a harsh scowl.

“Sorry,” the random partier said as he spilled alcohol over me.

“No worries, sun god bless your family.” I gave the stranger a friendly salute. “May you all die young and never know the gods personally.”

He gave me a weird look and pushed through the crowd.

I scoffed; people just didn’t know how to take a blessing these days.

Tacky.

This generation had no class.

Leaning back against the wall, I tipped my head and opened my throat. The demon brew burned deliciously.

When I released the bottle with a burp, the sea of limbs and gyrating hips parted, and I glimpsed the kings.

Malum sat in the wingback chair with a girl’s head buried in his lap. His sweatpants were around his ankles, and his shirt was pushed up to expose bronze abs.

I made a mental note to never sit in that chair again.

Scorpius and Orion stood on either side of the chair and flanked him. Multiple girls crawled all over them.

I inhaled smoke.

Malum’s fingers were tangled in blonde hair, and he pushed a woman’s head up and down on his lap. His expression was bored, and he looked like he was uncomfortable.

As his Adam’s apple bobbed, pain streaked down my back.

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