Page 61 of Her Psycho Beasts

I want to cry.

“Come here, little Boneweaver,” drawls Brutus, eyes practically glowing with malice.

“It’s alright.”I say into the chat because Lyle is just barely fighting his animus and I amdeterminedto do this for Sabrina.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I want to vomit. Instead, I get up from Scythe’s knee and saunter over to the killers of my mother’s mate. I’m actually dragging my feet to delay this torture, but the overall effect is the same.

Cain leers at me as I walk past him and Brutus shoves back from the table like he can’t wait and licks his fleshy lips.

Fighting disgust, I perch on his lap, setting as little weight as possible on his knee. He finds my thighs and squeezes them with both hands, kneading them like dough before tugging me close. He stuffs his nose into my hair and inhales deeply. “Ah, it’s like the most expensive wine.”

“You wouldn’t even know what that smells like,” Xander scoffs.

But Brutus isn’t listening. He growls, rubbing his nose between my breasts and making an appreciative sound.

I gag. Vomit actually surges up my throat, and I swallow it back down. Holy. Shit. I snatch up a glass and down it, not caring who’s it is. I need to cool off.

For Sabrina. For Sabrina. For Sabrina.

Trying not to look at him, I drag my fingernails through his mop of oily hair. It’s sort of gross because I’m sure my fingerswill be shiny now, but he purrs in his throat, rubbing himself against me.

“Guess what?”Savage drawls into the group chat.“The cat’s in the bag. I repeat: the cat’s in the bag.”

They have Sabrina.

“And Minnie?”I ask him.

“Yeah, kitten’s in the bag too,”comes the reply.

Relief floods through my veins, golden and honeyed. My entire body takes a relieved exhale, relaxing where I sit.

“I should take you here, before we leave,” Brutus drawls, reminding me I’m still perched on his putrid lap. He’s been drinking. Or thereissomething in the cigars. It’s probably Lady Hyena’s doing. “You’re so ripe.”

Huh? Ripe? Who says that?

“Wait a minute.” Xander sounds like he’s choking for some reason.

Lyle must think that’s silly too, because his snarl spreads across the table. And then it gets out of hand because he jumps to his feet and leaps right onto the table and lands in a crouch, his business shoes thudding.

What the fuck is going on? With me? With everyone?

Xander roars into the group chat like the devil himself has shat on the table.“She’s in fucking heat! That’s her heat scent! Everyone get the fuck out of here!”

It’s then that Brutus Clawson explodes in a shower of blood and flesh.

Chapter 29

Scythe

Iknew this was coming. I had been the one to warn Lyle about it.

But nothing in this world or any other could have prepared me for the way Aurelia’s heat scent fills my body, my mind, my very soul. The way seeing her on Brutus Clawson’s lap ignited my cold heart and set itaflame.

Vaguely aware that Xander is shouting in the distance, that part of my soul that yearns to devote itself to Aurelia demands to be let out. Demands to have his regina. Demands me to execute every other beast in this hall and fill her with my seed until she is overflowing.

I let him out.

My descent into madness has begun.

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