Page 146 of Psycho Gods

“And I want to fly,” I said dryly. “Get to the point.”

His sneer returned, and he snapped, “You’re literally a fucking angel.”

“But”—I popped the B obnoxiously—“I can’t fly.”

Scorpius exhaled loudly, and it sounded like he was screaming through his nose. I slumped back on my bed and rolled my eyes.

Instead of walking away like I expected, Scorpius smiled, and it transformed the harsh edges of his face into a breathtaking work of art. “I would like to have some quality time between the two of us. Is that okay with you?”

For a second, I was speechless.

I’d never seen the cruel king smile before, and holy sun god, his face was a weapon of mass destruction.

Pain streaked across my back, and my breath hitched.

He frowned and narrowed his eyes.

I whispered, “No.”

He scowled darkly and clenched his hands into fists, and the dark circles under his eyes seemed to expand.

“No,” I explained with another heavy sigh. “You do not get to spend quality time with me, because I still hate you.”

His scowl deepened, and he opened his mouth.

“However,” I cut him off, “you can spend quality time with me because it will probably piss off Malum.”

He would be so angry if I let Scorpius shower with me when he wasn’t around. I could practically feel the heat from his meltdown.

The blind devil kept looming over me, but he unclenched his hands and quirked an eyebrow.

I opened my mouth to say something derogatory about his mates—because I never missed an opportunity to talk shit about my enemies—but he grabbed my wrist and I forgot what I was going to say.

Without saying another word, he tugged me out of bed toward the small bathroom and pulled us both inside before I could change my mind.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” John yelled cheekily, and we both ignored him. “Let us know if you want help. We’re happy to join.”

Scorpius mumbled under his breath, “We’ll get to that later.”

I stumbled. He really was becoming obsessed with John.

“Speak for yourself,” Luka muttered as the door closed with a loud click.

Suddenly, I was trapped.

With the king who liked pain.

Chapter 23

Scorpius

SHOWERS

Cordolium (noun): heartfelt grief.

DAY 11, HOUR 12

“While we’re in the shower, I’m in charge,” Arabella said.