Page 330 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

How could a god allow such monsters to live?

They were more weapons than men.

Who could stop them?

No one.

The potential for mass murder was written in the harsh planes of their faces, in the perfect cuts of their high cheekbones, in the muscled lines of their immense heights. I saw it every day at the academy. They lacked empathy for others. Everything was about dominance and asserting themselves.

They were more beast than man.

My stomach churned. Horror exploded across my synapses.

There was no way to reason with them in this state.

With monumental effort, I spread the bones of my wings and splayed my limbs so I covered Jinx’s smaller frame with my own.

“To get to her, you’ll have to go through me,” I snarled up at them.

Scorpius’s three eyes glowed creepily as he stared down without blinking. Silken petals drifted across my skin as Orion sang loudly, “Justice must be served. She has committed an unspeakable wrong. Her soul is black.”

Malum pointed his flaming finger down at us.

This was going to fucking hurt.

I held my hands up in front of me uselessly.

Once again, the world was drenched in shades of crimson.

I drowned in fire.

Burned.

Opened my lips and screamed.

Then—

Something exploded.

My ears rang like the sound barrier was broken.

Flashes of scarlet and teal lit up around me like bombs until my vision went white, then blank.

My thoughts disappeared. I was cocooned in a peaceful song. The tune was so soft and lyrical that it sounded like silence.

But it wasn’t simply quiet.

It was fate.

Destiny.

A predetermined life path.

I floated lazily in the melody of a song that soothed every jagged edge of my existence. Pure contentment flowed through me.

I was yanked out of the safe place.

The world snapped into focus as someone grabbed me roughly.

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