Page 68 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

The witch knelt on the grass. White runes glowed against her dark skin, and her green hair hung around her face in a sleek sheet. Not a single strand moved in the blustery wind.

An RJE device glowed in Lyla’s hand. Five people were linked, holding on to each other.

She looked up, and her eyes landed on me.

I averted my gaze.

Worry flared in my gut as I took in the monster who had tormented Sadie growing up. Lately, Dick seemed to follow everywhere we went, and I didn’t like it. Sadie claimed she had made her peace with him, but I didn’t know how that was possible.

“No,” Jax growled loudly to my right. His outburst was surprising because he was the most rational by far of all Sadie’s mates.

My stomach plummeted when I saw what had made him swear.

This wasn’t good.

“These are your substitutes,” Lothaire announced. “They will room with you and can assist in strategizing and health management when they’re not needed.”

Health management? He was choosing his words carefully.

Not good.

Lothaire pointed to the substitutes. “Join your lines.”

A tattooed man sauntered forward and stood with the devil legion. A black man with arching blue wings stood with the angel legion. A tiny pale woman with purple-streaked hair joined the assassin legion. A nondescript short man went over to the leviathan legion.

I ignored them all.

We stared at the last person in the line.

A short pale goblin child with black hair and the eyes of a psychopath sauntered forward to the shifter legion. As she walked by the angel legion, she glared at them with disgust. A ferret was draped across her shoulder.

Jinx was here.

The ferret was Warren, the omega shifter the don had gifted her as her personal bodyguard.

She shouldn’t be here.

The ferret really shouldn’t be here.

This was bad.

Sadie gasped, Cobra grinned, Ascher and Xerxes glowered, and Jax trembled with rage.

“She’s a child. There’s been a mistake!” Jax shouted over the wind at Lothaire.

Everyone on the field stared at the shifter with expressions of disbelief, as if they couldn’t believe someone had dared to challenge Lothaire. A couple men and women brimmed with excitement like they wanted to see bloodshed.

Lothaire turned toward Jax slowly and said, “She was the only person associated with your group that qualified.”

Jax roared like the bear he shifted into. “She’s only twelve!”

“I’m thirteen,” Jinx scoffed.

The leviathan legion laughed, and the devil legion cracked smiles.

Jax grabbed her arms. “What you are is a child who should be in school with your sisters. We made arrangements to keep you safe.”

His chest vibrated with a growl, and the sound made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

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