Page 81 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

I picked up my table knife, and it creaked as the metal bent.

The room buzzed loudly.

How was I supposed to monitor the idiot and protect my Revered if I couldn’t hear her?

I forced my jaw to unclench and asked Orion, “Where did she go?”

He immediately replied, like he’d been tracking her, “She’s sitting at the shifter table with that pathetic woman she had sex with.”

Corvus growled, and I stiffened.

“Arabella!” Corvus shouted loudly across the hall, and students quieted. “As your team captain, I didn’t give you permission to sit at another legion’s table.”

I loosened my grip as I located her.

Arabella whispered with exasperation, “No, you can’t infect them with your blood. No, it’s fine.”

“You gonna let them treat you like that? Pathetic,” the child they referred to as Jinx countered.

Arabella snapped, “Be careful sweetie, you won’t always have Jax around to protect you.”

“You can’t hurt me,” Jinx said with a finality to her voice that was odd.

From the way Arabella murmured about garden gnomes as she stomped away, she’d missed the strange inflection.

I rolled my eyes at how oblivious she was as she huffed and threw herself into the seat across from me.

My shoulders relaxed, and I resumed counting her breaths.

Ten minutes later, all calmness was gone, and I seethed with rage.

“You’re not eating,” I snarled at her.

There was a pause, then she said vehemently, “I will shove this fork so far up your ass if you even think about trying to force-feed me again.”

I choked on a piece of meat and tried to ignore the way my body came to life at that statement.

If only she knew, she was talking to a sadomasochist.

She’d watch her words more carefully.

“Also,” she said haughtily, “If you try any more food bullshit, you won’t just have me to deal with. Sadie will interfere and destroy you.”

Her fiery words sent a shiver down my spine. The urge to hurt her until she whimpered meekly overwhelmed me. Would she moan breathily, or would she screech with outrage to cover her whimpers of enjoyment?

No.

I wouldn’t think about it.

The fork bent beneath my grip, and I dug my nails deeper into my palm. The sharp bite of pain calmed me. “You still need to eat,” I said dismissively like I didn’t give a shit what she said.

“I am.” Arabella smacked her lips aggressively so I could hear her chewing, but she didn’t swallow.

She was such an idiot.

If I weren’t so hyperfocused on every sound she made, I would have missed the soft squishing sound next to her foot.

I cocked my head to the side to listen harder.

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