Page 283 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

Shit. I’d never thought I’d see the day they hurt each other.

Across the room, darkness expanded in the air around John as he took a step forward and jammed his pointer finger against Malum’s chest.

Flames sizzled as the edge of Malum’s sleeve caught fire.

“Let’s go,” I said through chapped lips.

No one listened.

I fisted my hands. “Everyone, stop!”

The men stilled and turned to me.

“I know I’m fighting.” My voice cracked. “We need to go before I’m late.”

I stalked toward the door.

“Aran,” John said at the same time Malum said, “Arabella,” and they moved in front of me to block my path.

“Don’t,” I whispered.

I pulled my shoulders back. Face blank. Eyes dead.

Malum opened his mouth.

I held my hand up to his face and looked away because I didn’t need him to give me some weak excuse.

I knew the score.

Malum’s jaw closed with a click, and he looked away from me. Pink stained the tops of his cheekbones, and he fisted his hands. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Pain scoured my chest like I’d been stabbed.

I expected it, but still. Wow. Disappointment washed over me because he was so predictable.

So much for him saying he was sorry. So much for him washing my hair in the shower. So much for holding my hand as I lay limp in pain. So much for pretending he was different.

So much for taking care of me.

Men were all the same.

Empty. Promises.

I slammed my shoulder into his as I walked past.

In the hall lightning streaked down in quick succession like it was punctuating the uselessness of the situation.

There was a smacking sound and swearing as John punched Malum.

I ignored my teammates.

With a long puff, I blew out Horse, and he settled onto my shoulder in a cloud of smoke and wings.

He cawed violently. I nodded in agreement.

There was a reason I’d never liked Sadie’s romance books.

A man was no woman’s savior.

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