Page 333 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

Silence was loud between us. My Ignis and I didn’t need to speak to know we were thinking the same thing.

We’d failed our Revered.

Again.

Some Protector I was. My hands shook with the urge to find a knife and hurt myself.

Across the room, a familiar feminine voice sighed and distracted me from my thoughts. There was a low whistle as she blew out smoke.

Corvus’s neck cracked as he snapped his head to look at her.

When my Ignis spoke, his voice was like broken glass. “Why do you have angel wings?”

I stilled.

“I’m practicing retracting and extending them,” Arabella said calmly like she was talking about the weather.

We both sat still in shock.

I could practically taste my mate’s unholy rage.

Corvus flung himself across the room at her with insane speed. For the next hour, he grilled Arabella about what had happened in the showcase.

The story she told was unbelievable.

“Tell us what happened,” Corvus growled, and the bed creaked while Arabella’s teeth chattered together like he was shaking her back and forth.

“I already told you,” Arabella said with a heavy sigh.

Corvus growled for the tenth time in five minutes and snarled, “Give us the truth.”

Arabella blew smoke from her lips and said with annoyance, “For the millionth time, I already told you.”

“No, what you told us was an impossible lie. Now tell us the truth of what happened.”

The wall cracked as Corvus punched it.

“Why don’t you do me a favor and shut up? How about that?” Arabella’s voice dripped with venom. “I’m done trying to reason with you. I already told you the truth!” Bedsheets rustled as she rolled over. “Leave me alone.”

Corvus laughed cruelly. “No. I can’t do that. Not until I know what actually happened. My Revered is still unconscious. I can’t let this go!”

“Oh my sun god!” Arabella yelled. “Then go hold your precious Revered and stop bothering me!”

“No!” Corvus roared as he gnashed his teeth together loudly. “You somehow stopped us, and you did something to him!”

His voice dropped, and he said menacingly, “Do you understand that we’ve never been able to control our power once we started? Ever. Yet you tell me the girl was marked for death and she’s still alive? And that somehow you just lay in front of her and poof, you’re both fine?”

“Hmmm,” Arabella said sarcastically. “Yes. That’s exactly what happened.”

There was a struggling noise as Arabella tried to crawl out of bed but Corvus pinned her to the mattress.

A strange tightness burned my chest, and I stepped closer to my Ignis. Grabbing his shoulder, I tried to pull him back from her.

Arabella might be the most infuriating person ever to walk the realms, but she was still injured, and Malum was being rough with her.

For sun god’s sake, she had a slur carved into her back, and apparently, she’d sprouted angel wings.

Even I could see that she needed space.

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