Page 261 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

I’d forgotten that my friend had the endurance of an asthmatic suffering from tuberculosis.

Vomit splashed across the rocks, and I plugged my nose. This could not be good for her health. I joked about it, but I was concerned for her.

Sadie groaned miserably. I sighed and did what any good friend would do.

I walked fifteen feet away down the shore, lay down on some rocks, and pretended I didn’t know her.

Spreading my arms and legs wide, I inhaled deeply.

Salty sulfur burned my nose.

The howling winds pushed against the black cloud cover, and the dark sky rolled tumultuously.

The clouds seemed angry.

Black contrasted with red and made everything glow.

The supposed incoming storm was all that anyone seemed to want to talk about inside the academy. Students whispered about it like it was the coming of the sun god himself.

This morning, I’d watched incredulously as servants boarded up the windows with enchanted pieces of wood. There was literal lightning in the halls; I was pretty sure the academy could withstand a little thunder and rain.

My guess was that everyone was freaking out because there were never any weather changes in this realm.

Now, with the windows boarded, the black marble halls of the academy had a cave-like feel.

It was dark and peaceful.

I repositioned my neck to get more comfortable on the rocks. Closing my eyes, I sighed contentedly as the sea sprayed against my clammy, abused skin. Waves roared and hammered the shore.

Thunder boomed high above.

I opened my eyes, but it wasn’t the fabled storm.

It was the angels.

They were little specks amid the clouds that resembled the wind fae action figures other kids had played with. The crown princess hadn’t played with toys. Obviously.

Ice swords clashed, and a CRACK echoed loudly through the sky.

Crystal wings flapped, and feathers clattered.

I unfocused my eyes until the entire group of angels was a pretty blur of light blue.

The angel with the feline features and mismatched eyes folded his wings and plummeted downward toward the raging sea.

I refocused my eyes.

Inches from the waves, his wings shot out, and he hovered above the sea, glaring directly at me.

I scowled back.

He streaked upward like a missile, and his movement defied gravity.

I shivered at his little display of insane power.

From what I’d seen of the angels in the Legionnaire Games, there was nothing like them in all the realms. Wind fae could sustain flight but only for minutes at a time before it depleted them.

Other species had wings, but no other sentient creature could fly. Not like they could.

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