Page 264 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

I narrowed my eyes.

Her posture was relaxed.

She seemed calm.

I snatched the pipe from her hands and inhaled greedily. “I’m surprised you’re taking it so well. I was afraid to tell you because, you know, sometimes you can be a little…” I spun my finger in the air around my ear.

“I don’t know what you mean?” Sadie smiled.

I rubbed at the back of my neck with chagrin. “You’re right. I forgot that between the two of us, you’re the pleasant one.”

She chuckled.

“Sorry for projecting,” I said as I felt like a fool for waiting so long to tell her.

Sadie smiled bigger. “Yep, I’m the happy friend, and you’re the grumpy friend. That’s why we work.”

I nodded and twirled my pipe between my lips and tried to change the topic. “So what do you want to do now?”

Sadie turned slowly and faced where both our teams were lifting boulders. “I want to return the favor.”

I paused, my pipe dangling from my lips.

Sadie rolled up her sleeve and dug her fingernails into her forearm. The blood coagulated into a ball and hovered in the air, and her ruby eyes glowed so brightly it was hard to look at her.

Her spine straightened.

Her posture wasn’t natural, and I knew without a doubt what she’d done.

The bitch had flipped the switch in her brain that she called the numb. The one that made her an emotionless killing machine.

“Come on,” I whined and stomped my foot. “Don’t do this. This is why I didn’t want to tell you things!”

Sadie snarled and sprinted toward the men.

Fast.

“Now you can run?” I shouted as I sprinted after her. “Don’t you dare do this.”

“You!” Sadie ignored me and pointed at Malum.

He looked behind him and pointed at his chest with confusion.

“What are you doing, Princess?” Ascher asked as he stepped in front of Sadie.

Sadie hooked her leg around his and used her momentum and the element of surprise to send his tattooed body flying through the air. It was comical with their size difference, and I would have been proud if she weren’t having a full-scale meltdown.

That was the thing about my best friend.

She was my opposite—sunshine and happiness, full of jokes and laughter.

Until she wasn’t.

Then she was death incarnate.

When she snapped, it was like looking in a mirror. I recognized myself in her. She was unfeeling. Cold.

“Can we talk about this?” I yelled over the wind.

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