Page 26 of Psycho Shifters
Don’t worry, there is just a numb sensation in my brain that takes over my body and makes me into a homicidal killing machine. But in the aftermath, I’m overwhelmed by my own emotions like a sissy. Also, go fuck yourself.
“You go fuck yourself, little girl.” Cobra leaned forward.
Oops, must have said the last part aloud.
The emeralds and diamonds embedded in his cheeks sparkled in the dimly lit room. The jewels twinkled so much it almost looked like they were moving.
He sat back and stared out the window like I was too disgusting to even look at.
Jax’s eyebrows rose as he looked back and forth between us.
I realized it was the first time Cobra had addressed me directly. Such a minor thing, but for some reason, it felt important.
With a heavy sigh, I focused my attention away from the gorgeous-confusing alpha and drank the cup of hot coffee that a servant had placed in front of me.
It warmed my tongue deliciously.
“Why are you so short? I’ve never seen a shifter so physically pathetic.” Ascher laughed at me like my entire existence was a joke.
Clearly, he was gearing up for “interrogate Sadie over lunch and try to make her our little bitch.”
I looked up from my fourth bread roll and glared at all three of them. I had been told that from this close, my red eye color was extremely unnerving.
Hot rage at their vitriol twisted in my gut, and I wanted to scream at them like a child.
I’d dealt with Dick my whole life. There was no room left in my miserable existence for bullies.
New life motto: anyone who bullied me was getting shanked.
Hard.
I forced myself to keep my voice low. When I talked loudly, its scratchy, broken sound was unbearable.
“My name is Sadie. Two days ago, I was living in less-than-ideal circumstances, but just because I haven’t lived with luxuries doesn’t mean I’m going to roll over and play bitch. You’re all big, bad alphas. Well, kudos to you. The fact that I don’t have a dick doesn’t mean I’m any less likely to slit your throats if you treat me like shit. I can learn to piss standing up too, fuckers.”
Heaving with anger, I gripped my coffee in my hands. It took all my willpower not to throw it across the room and scream at them like a lunatic.
I missed the numb. It kept all my emotions at bay.
Ascher opened his mouth like he was going to say something, and I quickly cut him off.
“Stop trying to interrogate me. I’m not a spy for the fae queen, and I don’t want to be here anymore than you want me here. Understood?”
“Understood.” Jax smiled at me like I was a cute little kitten and not a bruised girl who had just yelled nonsense about pissing while standing up.
A part of me cringed at my own statements.
“No one cares about your sob story.” Cobra rolled his eyes and hung his arm across the back of Jax’s chair.
His jeweled fingers caressed Jax’s large bicep, staking a claim over the big alpha.
Once again, Jax looked between us like he was shocked the gorgeous alpha was addressing me directly.
I rolled my eyes and made a childish face at Cobra.
He just stared back at me with his soulless eyes. Either Cobra had been born cruel or he had been hurt very badly.
“I never asked you to care.” I drank more coffee, and it soothed my boiling rage.