Page 260 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

“You’re such a drama queen,” I said.

“Sorry not all of us—” Sadie coughed and choked. “—have the body of a horse.”

I stared at her. “Did you just compare me to a horse?”

“Your—” She choked on a juicy cough. “—legs come up to my armpits.”

I put my hands on my hips and stared down at my vertically challenged best friend. “That doesn’t mean you get to call me a horse. That’s just rude.”

She made a stupid face and asked, “Isn’t that why you named your crow Horse?”

I gaped at the woman I called a friend. “I didn’t name my crow Horse because I thought I was a horse. How does that make sense?” I kicked another rock into the sea. “Super rude.”

“Grow up.” Sadie leaned forward and puked.

I rolled my eyes and moved aside. “You have an actual issue. This is literally disgusting.”

“That’s what—” Sadie vomited aggressively. “—a horse would say.”

I shook my head and turned my back to her as I said, “You know, a few weeks ago, we had to run fifty miles, then do more training afterward. And no one got sick like this. You didn’t even do one full lap.”

Sadie moaned, “No one cares.”

Dragging my fingers through wild curls, I surveyed the island and imagined what it would be like if I didn’t have friends.

Life would be peaceful.

The only blessing was at least I wasn’t having to train with the rest of my team.

A few yards away, they hoisted boulders alongside Sadie’s mates. Apparently, all the men had woken up today and thought, I want to lift something and put it down for literally no reason.

I’d said it before, and I’d say it again: men were deranged, and they should all be shot. On sight. No questions asked.

Once Malum had announced we were lifting, I’d spent the morning mentally preparing to impersonate a pack mule.

However, the sun god had intervened on my behalf.

Bless up.

I lifted one boulder, and all the stitches on my arm had pulled open. Blood had gushed down my arms, and I’d fallen to my knees, gasping.

Everyone had freaked out.

Malum had burst into flames, Scorpius had yelled obscenities, Orion had taken the boulder from my hands and tossed it away, and John had wiped at my arms frantically.

Zenith’s and Vegar’s wounds had also pulled open, but they’d smiled like they enjoyed the pain and hoisted boulders faster.

Malum had forbidden me from lifting and gone on a five-minute rant about how I needed to take care of myself, and blah, blah, blah.

Truthfully, I’d stopped listening as soon as I’d realized he was the one speaking.

When he’d concluded having his mental breakdown, I’d saluted him with my middle finger and walked away.

That was how I now found myself dealing with my best friend’s antics.

Since I was too injured to lift, and Sadie liked to pretend to be a weak woman to get out of any manual labor, the two of us were jogging back and forth across the rocks near where the men trained.

At least, that was the plan.

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