Page 116 of Psycho Gods

They didn’t respond.

As we walked through the snowy forest further away from the camp, Orion kept looking down at me with a strange expression.

It almost looked like pity.

I shifted back and forth uncomfortably as I shivered because whoever had decided that our uniforms didn’t need gloves deserved to be shot.

Repeatedly.

Scorpius grabbed my right hand.

“I’m warming you up.” He gave no other explanation.

Orion grabbed my other hand and held tight.

It was nice to hold hands.

Comforting.

That was how I found myself walking for miles through a quiet, snowy forest holding hands with my enemies.

I tried to swing my arm dramatically and skip to make fun of them, but they flexed and I couldn’t move my arms an inch.

“Boring,” I mumbled.

Only once did the kings try to make small talk, and it wasn’t what I ever would have expected. Orion mumbled something about Luka putting on quite a show, and Scorpius asked me if John had always had such a side to him.

I gaped at them in disbelief, unsure how to handle the fact that they were intrigued by the Princes.

Malum just grunted, like he was used to their antics.

Then I ruined the small talk by bringing up how Luka’s piercing felt in my mouth. Apparently, that was too far. All the men glared at me (they were jealous of how good I was at sucking dick).

As we left the valley and climbed up one of the towering mountains, we were able to speak at full volume. The wind howled with so much force that our voices didn’t carry up in the higher elevation.

As the air thinned, I got more annoyed that I’d left the comfort of my bed. The weather mimicked my mood. Tiny snowflakes transformed into thick, wet flakes and the snow-covered dirt was replaced with icy rocks.

I slipped on black ice.

Arms flailing, I tipped forward toward the edge.

Malum grabbed me and barked, “Be careful.” Orion and Scorpius also scrambled to hold my arms.

They pulled me to safety and let me go.

Silver eyes narrowed. “You need to watch where you’re going. Do you ever pay attention? What is wrong with you?”

I closed my eyes. Three. Seven. Nine. Eleven. Thirteen.

Nope, counting didn’t work.

I whirled on him. “How about you watch where you’re going, Mitch?”

“Don’t call me that.” Flames exploded across his arms, and I leaned toward the warmth. His sleeves must have been fireproof, because his clothes didn’t melt away.

“Then don’t act like a Mitch and I won’t,” I countered.

He glowered. “Well, don’t almost fall off the mountain like an idiot, and I won’t act that way.”