Page 9 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

One of his Protectors had a numbing touch so the healing fire wouldn’t hurt. His other Protector made people feel calm in his presence, so they weren’t afraid of the healing fire.

Father’s ability was beautiful. Envy and sadness expanded in my gut like it always did when I thought about him.

Turning away from the lying bitch, I concentrated on Orion’s stunning profile and not the horrible memories.

“It’s okay, I’m here for you,” Orion mouthed to me.

I tried to smile back at him, but I couldn’t.

Most people assumed an Ignis was at the center of a mate bond because they wielded the soul flame.

They were wrong.

The Ignis and Protectors devoted their lives to protecting their Revered.

A Revered’s ability was most crucial to the success of the Ignis wielding the soul flame, and unlike most male devils, Revereds were gentle by nature.

They were different, physically and mentally, from the other mates in the soul bond. In devil culture, they were worshipped.

A unicorn among monsters.

Their inherent goodness allowed the Ignis to wield the soul flame without becoming corrupted by the power.

Revereds were always creatures of extreme beauty.

Taking care of, pampering, and protecting a Revered gave the Ignis and the Protectors purpose. It also distracted them from the burden of their power.

Scorpius was my Protector.

Orion was my Revered.

I was their Ignis.

Arabella made a huffing sound and mumbled something about dramatic men under her breath.

All three of us were now linked to a liar.

Jaw trembling with rage, I turned away from my precious Revered and leaned close to her. “What have you done?” I whispered darkly.

If I spoke any louder, I’d bellow and tear her to pieces.

She picked at a scab on her lower lip and scoffed quietly, “nothing.” She didn’t even bother to give an excuse.

I lunged forward like I was going to hit her.

Arabella didn’t flinch.

Faced with my unholy rage, she ignored me. Greater men had pissed themselves in her position.

I rose to my full height.

At seven feet tall, I was used to towering over women. Arabella’s head came to the top of my chest, and it was disconcerting how close our faces were.

But I still had the height advantage.

My breath made her hair flutter as I bared my teeth. “Whatever you thought you’d gain from your deceit, think again. If I find out you’re purposefully messing with our mating song, I’ll destroy you. Violently. In ways you can’t even imagine.”

Scorpius gasped and Orion stumbled as they realized our mating song was missing.

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