Page 360 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

I leaned back in my chair and tried to seem mysterious.

I winced at the pressure across my spine. Even with my wings tucked away, my back was still overly sensitive. I could feel their heaviness inside me.

I was also still wearing John’s sweatshirt.

I sniffed the fabric and shrugged. Considering I’d worn it for the last three days and slept in it, it smelled pretty good.

Zenith glared at the kings as he pulled out a chair for Vegar next to John and sat down.

I agreed with him. Lately all the kings did was stare at me and mope.

They were a bizarre mix of repentant and angry.

It was so weird.

In the last day and a half since the end of the competition, each of the kings had cornered me and begged for forgiveness while also insulting me.

They were aggressively sorry.

Emphasis on the aggressive part.

Of course, I’d done what any gracious woman would do when they faced a suffering male who was finally taking accountability for his actions.

I pretended I couldn’t hear them speaking.

The method was mostly a success.

However, it was getting harder to pretend the kings didn’t exist, because Malum kept setting things on fire. Yesterday it had been a plant, and the day before that he’d melted a stained-glass window.

He really needed to find a hobby.

“Let’s do this thing, bitches.” Sadie burst into the room with her mates following behind.

I high-fived her as she walked past and took a seat next to the demons.

Jax patted my head. Xerxes and Ascher bumped my fist as they moved around the table and took the open seats. Cobra flipped me off, and I dragged my finger across my neck to mime slitting his throat.

Jinx hobbled in on one leg with a tall boy supporting her.

“Why is he here?” I asked as I pointed at Warren. The teenage omega was no longer in his shifted ferret form. He wore combat boots, camo pants, and a black shirt.

“He’s my bodyguard and crutch,” Jinx said in a “duh” tone, but she looked tired. There were large dark circles under her eyes. “Lothaire cleared him, since I obviously need the protection.”

She nodded her head toward Malum.

Since he was still standing behind his burning chair, she had a point.

Warren glared at the kings like he wanted to murder them with his eyes while the rest of the shifters glared at him.

“We’re trying to hunt down an enchanter with a degree in prosthetics,” Jax said as a way of explanation. “There are few in the realms, and it’s taking longer than we’d hoped.”

Cobra’s eyes flickered to slit pupils, and he hissed, “Until then, we’re stuck with the perverted ferret.”

Xerxes pulled out his knives and made a show of sharpening them, and Ascher cracked his knuckles.

Warren gently sat Jinx down in a chair, then leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. His posture was relaxed, like he didn’t care that most people in the room wanted to kill him.

Oh, to be a delusional teenager.

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