Page 70 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

The angel with heterochromia furled his lips as Jax was held back. You could feel the judgment radiating off him.

Ascher stared down at Jinx with narrowed eyes. “Did you get a neck tattoo while you were at school?” he asked incredulously as he rubbed at the rose-and-flame ink that covered his throat.

Shit.

A small cursive word was tattooed vertically down the side of Jinx’s pale neck.

Sadie and I made panicked eye contact.

Jinx had mentioned tattooing her neck when she’d visited the academy a few weeks ago, but I’d assumed it was a joke.

“Hold me back before I kill her,” Jax growled, and Cobra tightened his pale arms, the jewels embedded in his skin twinkling.

He and Sadie struggled to restrain the angry alpha.

Jinx rolled her eyes at him and petted Warren’s head. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Why is the pervert with you?” Sadie asked as she pointed at the ferret.

None of us liked that Warren had been disguised in his animal form for months, living with the girls. Plus, we’d caught him with underwear on his head. He claimed he did not know what it was and had thought it was a hat, but none of us believed him.

Jinx glowered at Sadie. “This is just a ferret.” She shook him back and forth like a rag doll. “Don’t bring it up again or he won’t be able to stay. He’s my backup.”

Oh, great.

A thirteen-year-old had secretly smuggled a grown man into Elite Academy.

Lothaire was going to love that.

“I didn’t think pets were allowed?” the angel with the two-colored eyes asked loudly as he leered at Jinx. His harsh feline features were pulled tight with disgust.

Sadie and her mates whipped their heads in his direction. Their eyes glowed as they moved out of line to surround her protectively.

“Are you threatening my sister?” Jax asked slowly as his chest vibrated with a low growl.

The angel faced forward and said nothing else.

Jax turned back to Jinx, and his eye twitched as he stared down at the ferret. Cobra looked even angrier, and his jewels began moving across his skin like they always did before they became his shadow snakes.

Jinx flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned away.

Since our line was standing next to the shifter line, it gave me the perfect chance to check out her tattoo. I leaned closer to read it. It started with a G and ended with an n, but I couldn’t make out the rest of it.

Does it say Garden?

Weird choice, but since I had “WHORE” carved into my back, I couldn’t judge.

“Why are you staring at me with mopey eyes? Buck up and get ready for the games, cannibal.” Jinx looked over at me with disdain.

I glanced around and was relieved to see that everyone had turned back around and was listening to Lothaire give instructions.

No one was paying us any attention.

Sun god. If everyone started calling me that, I’d lose it.

How had I ever missed Jinx? Guess it really was true: Stockholm syndrome was a silent killer.

I tried to assert my dominance and whispered back, “Big talk coming from someone who has the build of a malnourished garden gnome.”

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