Page 144 of Psycho Gods

Before I could catch my bearings, he was straddling me as he smothered me with a pillow that he’d somehow procured.

“Be silent, witch,” he said dramatically as he pressed harder and actually asphyxiated me.

I kneed him in the balls and threw him off.

He moaned as he rolled over, cupping his junk like a wuss.

I ripped the pillow away from him and slammed it down into his face as hard as I could. There was a crunch because I’d accidentally made the fabric icy.

I grinned with satisfaction.

“She’s killing me. Someone help!” he wailed dramatically.

I hit him harder.

The crunch was louder.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you people?” Vegar snarled from where he was lying on Zenith’s bunk, and from the way the covers moved, he was also lying on top of Zenith.

At this point, all the demons did was nap and yell at us.

Frankly, I respected their lifestyle.

“So much.” I staggered to my feet and held my hand out to help John up, but instead of taking my offering, he kicked out at my shins, and I slammed down on top of him with an oof.

The wind was knocked out of my lungs.

While I was momentarily distracted, two hands wrapped around my throat.

Darkness twinkled around John as he winked down at me. “I win. Take that. Now who’s the idiot?”

I flipped him off as he crushed my trachea with his fingers.

He waggled his eyebrows like he wasn’t strangling me to death. I slammed my hips upward with all my force, and pushed him off.

A flash of black streaked across the air.

John’s eyes widened, and suddenly he was moving much quicker. In a split second, he rolled on top of me protectively and tugged us across the floor.

Clang.

A black dagger, made of nightmares, lay on the ground right where we’d been fighting.

“Did you just try to stab them?” Luka asked with anger, chest heaving as he stood silhouetted in the doorway, snow and ice wafting around him.

Scorpius stood behind him, plush upper lip contorted into a scowl. “Did you say ‘stab’?” he asked menacingly.

The violence ratcheted up.

“To be fair”—John offered to help me up—“we deserved it.”

I ignored his hand and stood up, then shoved at his chest. “Maybe lay off choking so aggressively? What is wrong with you?”

John shoved me back with so much strength that I flew across the room and slammed onto my bunk bed.

He stalked after me and leaned forward. His voice dropped an octave, and he grinned. “But I liked that my fingerprints are on your neck.”

He winked.