Page 334 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

Her voice might drip with aggression, but her breath was choppy like it hurt her to inhale. She was suffering, and Corvus was hurting her.

My Ignis was acting deranged around her lately.

It was like he lost all his common sense in her presence.

“Let her go,” I snarled at my Ignis as I grabbed onto his shoulder and pulled him back.

Corvus ripped himself away from my grasp, and Arabella swore. Bedding rustled, and skin smacked skin as he grabbed at her.

What was wrong with him?

“Stop it, Malum, fucking stop it!” I shouted as I once again grabbed him and tried to wrestle him away from her. “What are you doing?” I put him in a headlock. “She needs to heal. Leave her alone.”

“What’s going on?” Orion mumbled sleepily as he finally woke up.

I was too stressed to be relieved.

“You’re mated to an idiot,” Arabella said dryly.

Corvus lunged forward in my arms, and it took every ounce of strength I possessed to stop him from getting to her.

He snarled like a rabid animal.

“Sun god, calm the fuck down. Now,” I ordered him.

Corvus stopped struggling. “She’s lying. She hurt us, and now the disguised fae queen just happens to be an angel. Please. Wake up, Scorpius. How many more secrets can a person have?” His voice deepened. “She’s been playing with us, and it ends today. I want the truth!”

Orion made a noise in the back of his throat, and he padded toward us. “Angel, sweetheart, are you okay?” he whispered breathlessly.

Arabella ignored him and scoffed at Corvus. “What are you going to do? Kill me?” She chuckled like the idea was absurd. “Since I just stopped your flames while you were a killing machine, good luck with that.”

Corvus’s muscles tensed as he said, “No one said anything about killing you. But there are other ways.”

The strange pressure in my chest became worse.

I bristled.

Arabella laughed cruelly. “Oh, what, are you going to stick me on a pike in front of your little hut?”

“It’s not a hut, it’s a manor, and maybe you’ll finally get to see it from the stake!” Corvus screamed back at her.

Every instinct in my body lit up.

“Fine,” Arabella said dryly. “It’s not a hut, it’s a shack. Feel better?”

My Ignis growled like a beast.

If he was fire, then she was kerosene.

I didn’t like how unstable he acted around her. Just three days ago, he’d whispered to me at night a plan to kill every person in the fae palace who’d allowed her mother to hurt her. He’d told me he was starting to care for her. Now we were talking about staking her?

He’d lost his mind.

Something about her made my Ignis crazy, and he needed to figure his shit out.

“We will not be hurting her,” I growled and shoved Corvus roughly across the room, away from Arabella.

Orion whispered loudly, “No. We will not.” His lyrical voice rang around the room like a threat.

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