Page 335 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

Corvus made a choking noise. There was an explosion as it sounded like he chucked the remains of the wingback chair into the wall.

He shouted, “See what she’s done? She’s tearing us apart!”

Arabella let out a dry, humorless laugh. “This is why I’m going to exterminate all men.”

Orion chuckled, and I arched my brow in the direction of my Revered.

“She’s not funny!” Corvus screamed.

She smacked her lips around her pipe. “Orion laughed.”

Silence.

The wall cracked as Corvus punched it rapidly.

“What’s going on here?” John’s voice sounded from the door, and the demons made noises of disbelief behind him.

“Malum’s having a mental breakdown.” Arabella whistled softly as she blew out smoke. “What Dr. Palmer likes to call an episode.”

She rolled her eyes and mumbled, “My gut is telling me that giving him a journal is not going to resolve the problem.”

I barely stopped Corvus as he lunged at her. I put him in another headlock while Orion held his arms behind his back. He bucked against our hold.

She murmured, “Told ya.”

“Why is he acting like that?” Vegar asked cautiously.

“Because she’s lying.” Corvus gnashed his teeth aggressively. “She won’t tell us what actually happened in the showcase.”

“I told him, he just won’t believe me,” Arabella grumbled.

There was an awkward pause.

“Uh, we actually were just watching it,” John said. “Lothaire recorded it with the same enchantment he uses for all his battles. Apparently, the gods wanted us to—”

“I want to see it now,” Corvus cut him off and stopped struggling against us.

Goose bumps of premonition prickled my arms.

Orion and I released our hold on our mate, and he demanded, “Show me.”

John made a noise of agreement. “Lothaire was still in the classroom when we left. I’m sure he’ll show us if we—”

“Let’s go,” Corvus cut him off again as he stalked out the door.

I followed behind him but paused in the doorway. The pressure in my chest became a terrible ache like my soul was being ripped to pieces. My Revered made a choking noise beside me, like he also felt it.

“Arabella.” I turned. “Aren’t you coming?”

She grumbled and huffed as she got out of bed. There was a loud clattering noise, the same one the angels made when they moved.

My mind blanked.

She really is an angel.

The sound disappeared, and I realized she must have retracted her wings.

Panic was quickly replaced with pain. Agony throbbed across my back, and weird pinpricks of discomfort streaked down my limbs. My face ached, and the skin beneath my eyes ached.

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