Page 90 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

What was he freaking out about?

Bedding rustled behind Orion, and I prayed to the sun god that it wasn’t what I thought it was.

“What’s going on?” Malum asked as he rubbed at his face and sat up, his naked torso on glorious display.

I barely noticed that his dark-bronze skin gave him the appearance of one of the ancient statues that guarded the famed Library of Alexandria.

“Arabella’s trying to cut her hair off,” Orion whispered.

Malum shook his head and said, “No, she’s not.” Scarlet flames danced across his buzz cut in an imitation of his crown.

“I’ll do whatever I want with it, since it’s my hair,” I whispered loudly while glancing over at John to make sure he was still asleep. My friend needed his rest before the competition tomorrow.

I opened my mouth to explain that my hair would just grow back but smacked it shut. It was too fun riling them up.

If I was honest with myself, it was all I had to live for lately.

Hatred gave me energy.

When John didn’t move, I whispered louder at Malum, “Maybe I’ll get a buzz cut like you. I’d definitely pull it off better.”

“Touch a strand on your head and I’ll let Scorpius punish you,” Malum snarled. “You’re our slave, which means it’s not your hair; it’s our hair. We own you.”

Scorpius sat up in the bed and smirked, and the expression was pure evil.

Glad everyone was awake.

Not.

Orion’s posture was nonthreatening compared to his mates’, but he didn’t open his mouth to dispute Malum.

I was overwhelmed with relief that I’d stopped whatever was happening between us.

Orion didn’t stand up for me to his mates.

He wasn’t on my side.

Without thinking, I chucked my hairbrush across the room, and it smacked satisfyingly against Malum’s hard chest and fell to the bed.

A red welt immediately appeared on his large pectoral muscle. He had bigger tits than I did.

There was a long moment where I debated the merits of buying him a bra and gifting it to him.

He must have read my mind.

Malum was across the room so quickly that I didn’t see him move.

My head was wrenched backward as fingers tangled in my hair and held my neck to the side at a painful angle. He snarled, “You better watch yourself. Bitch.”

I spat in his face, and a big goop of saliva slid down his cheek.

I smiled. “You’ve got something on your face.”

The flames leaped higher on Malum’s skull as he yanked my head downward with such force that I fell to my knees.

He towered above me, an amalgamation of harsh features, tattoos, bulging muscles, and rage. A dark god above his subject. Orion stood next to him and watched with a strange expression.

Goose bumps pebbled my skin.

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