Page 58 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

History books said it was extremely important and dangerous. That was it. They never elaborated.

Apparently, the rest of the hall knew something I didn’t.

A royal student squealed to my left as she fanned herself and said, “Oh my sun god, can you believe we’re so lucky? I’ve heard it’s a hunk show.”

At the other table, a commoner student clapped his friend on the back. “Dude, my family’s going to be so jealous.” He smiled widely. “It’s going to be so bloody.”

The students’ voices jumbled together.

I stretched my neck to the side to relieve the discomfort. Their voices were like gnats biting my skin as they all spoke at once.

“The most brutal showcase in history. Who would have thought we’d see it in our lifetime?”

“I can’t believe we get to see the kings fight in person!”

“I’ve heard the competitors fight shirtless.”

“Really, I’ve heard they fight naked.”

“This is going to be wild because I’ve heard they make competitors do crazy, fucked up punishments.”

“Holy shit, imagine the carnage.”

“The assassins are going to be so horny after competing, I bet they’ll go wild. I’m gonna be all over the kings.”

“I’ve noticed John looking at me recently, and I’ve already gotten with him twice. He’s just one orgasm away from the alliance father wants so badly.”

“I call dibs on the new legions that arrive.”

“My parents will definitely want me to get married to one of the competitors. Sun god, imagine the power.”

“I heard the gods watch the games.”

“I heard the gods have their representatives attend and they watch through their eyes.”

“Wait, does this mean war is coming? That will be great for business.”

I dragged my gaze around the whispering hall.

A gorgeous woman sat with her shoulders hunched low. She stared at me.

The corner of my lip pulled up slightly in a tentative smile. “Are you okay?” I mouthed.

Her eyebrows scrunched and her face darkened with pure malice. Disgust. Her eyes were filled with hatred.

She sneered at me.

Blood rushed through my ears, and a wave of dizziness hit me.

Sari was sickly pale as she stared at me like I was filthy. Faint blue bruises covered the side of her pretty face.

Just a few days ago, I’d ripped Horace off her and stabbed him to death.

Tara had been dead beside us as I’d carried Sari’s limp body through the corridor and laid her at Lyla’s feet. I’d collapsed onto the dance floor as colors and sounds spun around me.

Tara’s sightless eyes staring at the ceiling.

Sari under Horace on the bed, refusing to look at me as she bled out.

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