Page 230 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

I said all these realizations aggressively to the woman in the bathroom. She narrowed her eyes at me. Rude.

It took me a second to realize I’d been talking to my reflection.

Awkward.

“We will never speak of this,” I whispered at her furiously, and we both nodded in agreement.

Good. Good. All my plans were working out.

The only problem was—I forgot.

Why am I standing in the bathroom? Why did I come in here?

Must have needed a shower.

I stumbled down the long row of marble showers until I got to the one at the end. It had a floor-to-ceiling door that shut and was the best stall for privacy.

It took me a few seconds to open the latch, because the bathroom was also cast in darkness.

Finally, I sighed with relief and pushed my way inside.

Running water, marble, and skin swirled in a circle as the shower stall spun.

“Cool, is this the party within the party? Invite only?” I asked with a slight slur (My words were indecipherable, and even I didn’t know what I’d said).

Three large, naked men turned slowly and stared down at me.

One of them caught on fire.

Since water was still sloshing over him, I gaped as he casually defied the laws of physics.

“Sweet flames.” I raised my fist for him to bump.

Unfortunately, gravity was stronger than I remembered, and I tipped forward.

Golden hands lunged forward and caught me. “What are you doing, sweetheart? Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

I laughed and pushed the hands so I could pull off my clothes and join the party. I went to pull off my T-shirt and remembered there was a reason I couldn’t remove it.

“Cease stripping immediately,” Malum growled.

Scorpius swore.

In nothing but a T-shirt, I pushed into the shower stall. There were grunts and a small skirmish as I positioned myself to get under the water.

“Wow, the water’s warmer than usual.” I closed my eyes and tipped my head back in bliss. The flames leaping off Malum added a nice, warm ambiance to the cold marble.

“She’s partially naked,” Orion whispered aggressively.

Scorpius snarled, “I fucking got that from the sounds of clothes being thrown off.”

Orion’s voice was strained as he said quietly, “Sweetheart, you really shouldn’t be in here with us.”

I pumped the soap from the dispenser but winced as I tried to bring my arms up to wash my hair. Stitches pulled, and my aching shoulders rebelled.

I gasped with pain as I tried to get the shampoo onto my scalp.

“Stop hurting yourself,” Malum snarled, and strong, callused fingers were massaging the product against my scalp.

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