Page 25 of Psycho Saviors

“Yeah, sounds good. God, I just want to sleep,” I admitted as I stifled a yawn.

Did I really want to leave the city? I’d been hellbent on fleeing the brothers before all of this.

“Okay, you sleep. Everything is going to be okay. You’re over halfway there,” Noms reminded me.

“Right.”

“And we are going to be drinking it up and having girls' nights galore when it’s over.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I closed my eyes, the tiredness creeping up on me now that I lay on the bed. “I love you, Noms. Miss you.”

“Miss you too. Take care of yourself, Scar. Love you,” she murmured back.

I said my final farewell before hanging up, and opted to slide off the bed and pull on some clothes before diving under the covers. I didn’t care if it was morning, I was drained and exhausted after surviving that nightmare.

A knock on the door met me just as I was nuzzling into my pillow, and I called out that it was open.

Tyrone let himself in, all imposing and stoic like it was a mandatory appearance for him.

“Relax, I already hung up,” I mumbled as I pulled the blanket up around my chin.

“Right.” His gaze drifted to the window, and I frowned. Why was he unable to look at me at times? Was he just that bored trying to converse with me?

He strode over to the window, forcing me to roll onto my other side to watch him. He stared out at the city, now awakening and coming to life below.

“How are you managing?” he asked.

“I’m alive.”

“Yes, but what you’ve endured here, the situation you were just in, it’s a lot for those not in this life,” he noted as he clasped his hands behind his back, still facing away from me. He looked like a man who was watching over his kingdom, observing his people. Perhaps he was.

“True. But I’m fine, really. Just tired. Being scared for my life, not knowing if tomorrow was promised, it’s nothing new,” I said as I stared hard at his back.

He turned his head, not fully, but just enough that I could make out the furrow of his brow.

“You’ve lived a rough life.”

“A lot of people have.” I knew my life was shitty, but it wasn’t a pissing contest. Besides, it had greatly improved in recent years, and I was thankful.

A soft meow behind me had me smiling, and I started to roll over just as Kenny pounced up onto the bed.

“Hey, handsome, I’m glad you’re okay. That was a wild one, wasn’t it?” I cooed as I scratched his head.

Tyrone scoffed, and I flicked my eyes to him as he finally turned to face me.

“I hear you’re the reason we got saved,” I mused as Kenny nuzzled my hands, his rumbling purrs making me soften.

“Julian loves that thing too much, but I’m glad he’s that paranoid about losing him.” Tyrone’s mouth had pulled into the slightest smile, and I offered him a small one.

“What? Don’t you like Kenny? Not a fan?”

“He’s just a cat.”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

“Don’t listen to him. You’re more than that,” I said as I scratched Kenny’s chin while he curled up beside me. “He doesn’t understand that animals are better than a lot of people. They’re pure. They don’t stab us in the back or decide they don’t love us on a random sunday,” I stated. “They operate on instinct and survival, no malice.”

“You’re not wrong there,” Tyrone said with a sigh, his shoulders sagging as he shoved his hands in his pockets.