Page 163 of Psycho Gods

I turned back to the table and naturally, Malum was on fire.

Scarlet flames danced across his wide bronze shoulders.

I leaned forward and enjoyed the heat.

Scorpius ran his tongue over his lips, and Orion stared at me with wide, unblinking eyes. Luka’s fingers twisted around more curls, and John gave me another soft kiss on the cheek.

I smiled at Malum.

His eyes flashed as he glared at where the twins were touching me.

“You have soup on your face.” I pointed my frozen spoon at him.

He frowned and wiped at his cheek.

“Got ya,” I chortled.

His expression promised unspeakable pain. I smiled and ate my mango. He stabbed his knife through his meat like he had a vendetta against it.

“Why are you so agitated?” I asked with feigned innocence.

His knife snapped in his hand. “You seem to let everyone kiss you these days.”

I stilled. “Are you calling me a whore?”

“Of course not,” he said. “Just making an observation.”

“Well, don’t,” I said with a fake smile. “Men should be seen, not heard. Remember that.”

Cobalt ice crawled across the table toward him and coated his plate. He brought a flaming fist down over the ice and it melted with a sizzle.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Malum said darkly.

I replied with falsetto sweetness, “Make you sure you do.”

“Oh, I will.”

“Good.”

“Perfect.”

“Marvelous.”

“Stupendous.”

“Extraordinary.”

Malum didn’t say anything, and I flipped him off with both hands. “I won, suck on that.”

Flames shot higher into the air and the temperature at the table increased.

“What’s happening right now?” John asked with confusion.

Scorpius replied, “Honestly, I don’t want to know.”

John chuckled. “That makes two of us.”

“Are you laughing at me?” Scorpius’s expression twisted with anger.