Page 292 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

He’d transformed into his omega form.

I lunged forward, grabbed his little fluffy body, and pulled him onto the cleared-out patch of grass.

I collapsed on all fours on top of him.

On my hands and knees, he was completely sheltered by my body.

Of course, that meant my back was battered by shards of glass. They slammed against my flesh like missiles and dug deep.

The only mercy was that my body was so cold it muted the pain.

It was all I had.

The wind picked up.

The clattering sound intensified as glass fell faster.

Xerxes mewled quietly.

I pressed the top of my head hard into the icy lawn and bit down on my lower lip as I shrieked into closed lips.

Missiles of pain stabbed my flesh.

I cried.

A raspy tongue streaked across my cheek, and I peeked open one eye to find the most adorable face cleaning blood off me.

“Doesn’t even hurt,” I whispered to the kitten as I forced a laugh. “Feels good.”

Shards buried deeper into my wounds.

I cried.

Xerxes whined.

“Totally.” I choked on a sob. “Doing fine.”

I endured.

Time crawled forward, and my mind wandered as my body suffered.

Intense internal debate culminated with one poignant realization: kittens groomed themselves, so Xerxes had most likely eaten his own butt at some point.

I grimaced as he continued to lick my face.

This was the last straw.

“Okay, I’m clean,” I snapped when the little white face got way too close to my lips for my liking.

It made a small growling noise of distress.

My vision wavered, and I almost collapsed as a thick chunk of glass lodged in my shoulder.

“Fine,” I gasped shakily. “Keep cleaning.”

The kitten purred and licked my eyeball with its sandpaper tongue.

Great, now I was blind in one eye.

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