Page 224 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

Lately he’d been acting weird around Arabella. He’s stopped calling her slave and Orion said he’d started blushing when she spoke to him.

My Revered also said that he’d never seen our Ignis blush before.

I rubbed at my chest as a pang throbbed because I understood exactly where he was coming from.

Orion and I didn’t have to speak. We were always on the same page.

We lunged forward at the same time.

I zeroed in on the breathing of one of the dead fuckers, grabbed his neck, and chucked him across the room as Orion threw the other man.

They both yelped in pain.

It wasn’t enough.

Not even close.

It took me a second to realize that there was a fourth man breathing heavily beside my mates.

Luka was standing next to our slave.

No wonder he’d fooled everyone, even the inflection of his breaths was the same as his brother’s.

The only difference was that the tenor of his voice was slightly deeper. But he barely spoke, so I’d never noticed.

When I’d first discovered his deception, I’d been enraged like Corvus. However, unlike my hotheaded mate who needed to control every situation, I’d recognized that he must have his own reasons for secrecy.

He was a good soldier, and that was all that mattered.

I also liked him more than John because he wasn’t hanging all over our slave and touching her constantly like she belonged to him.

I tipped my head in his direction.

Thank the sun god he’d alerted us.

Bile filled my throat at the thought of what would have happened if he’d never said anything.

Would Arabella have fucked them in the dark while we sat across the room, oblivious?

I would have heard her eventually, but it could have been too late. Would the men have been inside her?

Caressing her while she was mindless?

Grinding my teeth together, I clenched my hands into the tightest fists possible.

Arabella said something, but I couldn’t hear her over the whooshing sensation intensifying in my ears.

“Keep her from debasing herself further,” I ordered Luka.

He made a noise of agreement and said, “The third commoner, lying on the floor in the middle of the crowd, was kissing her lips and grinding against her. He was touching her ass.”

Orion made a strangled sound in the back of his throat.

I nodded at him and turned.

Falling into step beside my mates, I cracked my neck back and forth. Years of training, living, and fighting together coalesced into this moment.

The three of us moved as a unit.

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