Page 227 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

“You’re right.” Corvus slammed his fist into the commoner’s stomach.

Organs exploded.

I tightened my grip on his neck so he couldn’t move.

He gurgled in pain.

Orion punched him in his back, and bones cracked. My fingers squeezed so he couldn’t scream. Corvus punched him in the nose, and blood sprayed against my face.

I smiled at the savagery.

It was ecstasy.

Finally, it felt like I was doing something right.

The constant need that plagued me, the itchiness that made my skin feel too tight, disappeared.

For the first time in years, I was at peace.

We didn’t have any weapons to dole out our punishment, and we couldn’t use our powers. All we had were our fists, and it made it so much sweeter.

Orion and Corvus didn’t pull their punches like we had with Aran when we were playing with him.

No.

This wasn’t about asserting dominance.

This was about punishing.

Sending a message.

Blood sprayed, bones cracked, and cartilage snapped as Orion and Corvus whaled on the man with everything they had.

I held him in place.

Choked him so he couldn’t say a word.

“What are they doing?” Arabella’s voice slurred somewhere in the crowd behind us.

Luka said something, but I didn’t catch it.

Arabella made an annoyed noise. “No, I want to see.” Her voice was closer.

“She’s nearby,” I warned my mates.

Corvus and Orion didn’t stop punching, their fists slamming against flesh with a frenzied speed.

A lesser species of immortal would have been long dead.

Corvus said, “Don’t let her see.”

I stepped to the side and dropped the commoner so his abused body thudded down at our feet, but Arabella moved quicker.

The surrounding students stopped dancing and made noises of surprise.

“Look away,” Corvus ordered them.

Footsteps pounded as the students resumed dancing and singing like they hadn’t seen a thing.

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