Page 247 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

Luka choked, and I peeled open my eyes.

I looked further down, and my eyes widened.

“That’s not a weapon,” I whispered like an idiot.

Luka didn’t take his eyes off my neck where he was working. “No, Your Highness, it’s not.”

It was my turn to blush.

I was an idiot. Calling a man’s dick a weapon was the type of stupid shit Sadie babbled about happening in her romance books.

I would never recover from this.

“Why are you suddenly calling me Highness?” I gasped between whimpers of pain because I was desperate to change the topic and move on from being an embarrassment to all of womankind.

Scorpius’s grip on my shoulder tightened.

Things were moving inside my skeleton. The sensation was tortuous and wrong.

I prayed for death.

Luka didn’t answer. He climbed off my hips and started working on my arm.

I didn’t ask again.

Hours later my back finally stopped trying to send me into cardiac arrest, and Luka finished up stitching what felt like my millionth wound. He rummaged around, putting the supplies away.

He’d rolled up his sleeves, and his forearms were coated like he’d dipped his arms into red paint.

I couldn’t move.

My body weighed three hundred thousand tons.

A dull throbbing sensation echoed through my limbs.

I was liquid. The excruciating sensations had fried my neurons, and I’d melted. There was nothing left of me.

I moved a little and froze. Dozens of stitches pulled.

A horrible sensation washed over me; when I moved, it felt like my organs were going to spill out from my skin.

Or maybe it was all in my head?

Vegar thumped his fist against the carpet and moaned loudly.

“Stay still,” Scorpius snapped as he held him down with one hand, his other still holding onto me.

The two demons were littered with even more cuts than I was.

“‘Your Highness’ is fitting because you’re bossy and stubborn. You refused to listen to reason, and your plan was the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Luka whispered as he cleaned up his supplies.

I shivered.

Goose bumps erupted on my neck.

What? I made a sound of confusion.

Luka’s voice darkened. “You sacrificed yourself to protect me.” He paused, “Never do that again.”

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