Page 226 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

Over.

“No, no, no,” he repeated pathetically.

Orion laughed cruelly. “No, no, no,” he mocked.

I bared my teeth.

Adrenaline and satisfaction coursed through me in an intoxicating rush. They’d touched what wasn’t theirs to touch, and they’d died.

I didn’t need to use my powers to know that justice had been served.

“You can’t just do that,” the man whimpered in Corvus’s grip and kicked out desperately.

“Here’s the thing,” Corvus growled. “You messed with her when she was clearly drunk. You knew she’d experienced trauma and was in a delicate state.” His voice got deeper as he shook with rage. “You don’t get to take advantage of her. She’s our teammate. She’s ours.”

He said “teammate” like it meant something else to him.

I understood exactly what he was saying, and I agreed.

Orion and I moved closer.

The three of us surrounded the remaining commoner so our much larger bodies blocked him from view of the rest of the party.

People danced against our backs.

The floor shook as students jumped to the pounding beat.

The man kicked out desperately and said, “Queen Aran wanted it.”

Corvus laughed cruelly.

Orion and I smiled.

“No, she didn’t,” Corvus scoffed.

He sobbed brokenly, “This isn’t fair.” The air whirled as he kicked and punched aimlessly. He was also an air nymph. “She’s our queen. We worship her. It’s different.”

Corvus’s flames crackled louder in the wind.

“Wrong,” I sneered as I reached out, wrapped my fingers around his throat, and squeezed.

“She’s not yours,” Orion said.

Corvus said darkly, “She’s so much better than you that you’re not fit to lick her boots.”

The man went limp beneath my hands as he passed out from lack of oxygen.

Students yelled lyrics and laughed as bodies pressed together. If anyone noticed the kings were surrounding a student, they ignored it.

We ran this academy for a reason.

We were kings of the deadliest race in the realms.

A god had chosen us to be his killers.

We’d earned every title we had with blood and sheer power.

Muscles twitched beneath my fingers as the fae regained consciousness. He begged pitifully, “Please stop, I won’t touch her again.”

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