Page 314 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

John took another turn far ahead, and I picked up my pace.

A few halls later, the twins stopped in front of a door, and I recognized the royal student quarters.

Was it some type of inside job? Were they working with a student to sabotage us? So many possibilities, each one worse than the last.

I breathed in shakily.

My bones ached as the urge to release my flames and punish them intensified.

They darted inside, and I debated my next move.

Before I could decide, the twins dragged a man dressed in pajamas into the hall.

I squinted.

Recognition dawned. It was the pathetic student from the hall that Arabella had stabbed in the dick.

Anger burned in my chest, and my hands lit on fire.

He’d called her a whore.

That word was carved into her back. She’d been much too merciful with how she’d treated him; he didn’t deserve to live.

I would have made an example of him with my fire, but she’d looked so proud of herself when she sat down that I couldn’t make myself interfere.

It had been intoxicating.

The way she’d grinned from ear to ear.

It had made me realize that I hadn’t seen a genuine smile on her face since the Legionnaire Games had begun.

My chest panged at the thought.

The twins dragged him down the hall closer to the corner I was hiding behind.

John held him up by the shirt front and whispered menacingly, “We’ve asked around, and it turns out you’ve been doing more than running your mouth. You’ve also got a little operation going.”

The student stopped struggling, and his eyes widened. “Now, man, it’s not what you think. It’s harmless fun.”

John smiled. “So you admit you’ve been stealing Aran’s underwear and selling them to perverts? I’ve heard people will pay good money for a little piece of the infamous queen. Right?”

My jaw dropped.

Fire exploded across my head, and I stepped out of the shadows to reveal myself. “He did what?” I asked roughly.

John nodded over at me. “Glad you could join us, Corvus.” From his lack of surprise, he’d known I was following them.

I focused on the waste of space kneeling before John.

“Is it true?” I asked.

The idiot must have sensed how much danger he was in, because his eyes darted back and forth like a wild animal’s, and he wet himself. “P-P-Please, it’s not that big of a deal. W-We can talk about it. No one was hurt.”

“False,” Luka growled. “You will be hurt.”

Darkness shimmered in the air around the twins and expanded until it formed a floating shape that resembled a doorway.

John lifted the man off the ground and chucked him into the darkness.

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