Page 5 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

Orion’s mind worked differently from others. He was obsessive.

Where others showed interest, he fixated.

He stalked.

We’d met Orion when he was standing over us in the middle of the night, watching us sleep. Even after we’d all realized we were mates, he’d still break into our rooms to spy on us.

Unfortunately, he was showing the same signs of obsession with the lying bitch.

His eyes were wide. He stared across the room at her without blinking.

Since he was our Revered, it was my duty as Ignis and Scorpius’s as Protector to keep him safe. The problem was that we were missing our other Protector.

From the way he was watching her, we needed the help.

“Are you sure she’s not gloating about deceiving us?” Scorpius sneered. “She probably loves that she had us all fooled thinking she was a guy.”

Orion kept staring at her without blinking, and he whispered, “She looks exhausted and worn out. Like she’s in pain.”

I snorted. She looked like a stuck-up, lying brat.

From the revulsion on Scorpius’s face, he agreed with me. He could hear and sense things others couldn’t, and his natural distrust of people made him smart.

After all, people in general were pathetic. They were a means to an end.

Scorpius liked their pain.

I liked their submission.

Orion didn’t care about anyone. Until he did. Then things got dangerous.

Across the quiet classroom, Arabella glanced over at us and scoffed.

Flames burned hotter.

My muscles ached from the strain of holding back fire, and I breathed slowly.

Sometimes it felt like the fire controlled me.

I’d never known a single day of peace.

How dare she smoke casually and act unbothered like she hadn’t ruined our lives? How dare she scoff at me?

Lothaire muttered about Dick and a grand plan under his breath. He was lost in his own world.

I used his distraction and stalked over to the corner. My mates followed.

As we neared, I glanced down.

Arabella’s sweatpants were still askew on her hips and showed off a hint of a tattooed chain.

A horrible reminder.

We were tied together.

When we stood a foot away, she glanced up at me with her bloodshot eyes. They were rimmed in dark circles.

She was weak and pathetic.

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