Page 312 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

I stood up and pulled back my throbbing shoulders.

Everything was in sharp focus as I walked casually down the steps of the dais.

I rounded on the pathetic student.

He flushed as I approached, then grinned widely and made a sexual gesture with his hands. “Come to service me?” he taunted.

The room quieted as everyone turned to watch.

The man taunting me was traditionally handsome, and he wore his purple blazer with an air of arrogance. He’d probably been born with a silver spoon in his mouth and had never been told no.

I planted my hand on the table beside him and leaned forward so I invaded his personal space. He licked his lips and stared at my mouth.

I leaned closer.

His breath hitched. Pupils dilated.

I stabbed him in the crotch with the large serving knife I’d swiped off the table in front of him.

He opened his mouth to scream, but I grabbed his neck with my other hand and yanked him roughly out of his chair.

I held him up by his throat as he knelt before me.

“I want to reintroduce myself to the academy,” I said loudly, and my voice echoed across the high, arched ceiling because everyone was silent.

Students stared at me with wide eyes. They held their breath.

Sari glared at me with a disgusted expression.

I smiled at her. “My name is Aran Alis Egan, and you’ve probably heard that I’m the Queen of the Fae Realm.” I paused. “That is false.”

There were murmurs of confusion.

The man on his knees before me whimpered, and I choked him harder to shut him up.

“I’m not a queen.” I smiled. “I’m a dictator.”

I released my grip on the trash and let him fall to the floor as I casually walked away.

When I got back to my table, I collapsed into my chair.

Exhaustion hit me like a lead weight, and my hands shook from the leftover adrenaline. Cuts throbbed along my arms and legs.

No one moved.

Everyone waited.

I dug my spoon into a pile of mashed potatoes and brought it to my lips.

After a couple bites, everyone started to eat, like they’d been waiting for my permission.

“Shit, Aran.” John nudged me with his arm. “How long have you been planning that?”

I hid my smile behind my hand.

Luka grinned at me from across the table and winked. I fought the urge to smile back. He’d given me the idea when he’d called me a little dictator.

Malum raised his eyebrow at me, and silver eyes shone with pride. My stomach swooped, and little pinpricks of pain danced across my spine. Orion and Scorpius looked smug.

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