Page 175 of Psycho Gods

I could feel her slipping through my fingers.

She shared glances with my mates and seemed to open up to them, but with me, she was a blizzard.

Unrelentingly frozen.

My worst fears had come true. I’d found my Revered, and she hated me, and I had no one to blame but myself.

“Move,” I snapped at a male shifter who walked in front of me and blocked my view of Arabella.

The man stuttered with outrage, and I shoved him aside.

He glanced up at my face, and his scorned expression morphed into fear. He hurried away into the crowded mall, running like he was on fire.

I scoffed.

I’d give him something to really run from.

“Don’t torment the pathetic shifters,” Scorpius drawled in my ear as his fingers wrapped around the back of my neck and squeezed.

Orion walked up to my other side and whispered, “Do you think she’s going to forgive us?”

He stared at our Revered with wide, unblinking eyes. Unlike Scorpius, he probably hadn’t noticed the shifter that I’d shoved to the ground, because he was solely focused on Arabella at all times.

I took a deep, calming breath and drew strength from my Protectors.

All of us were together.

We still had a chance to fix this.

She’d just been writhing beneath us and moaning with pleasure.

“Yes,” I said with a confidence I didn’t feel and dropped the pile of bags for them to carry.

Cracking my neck back and forth like I was getting loose for battle, I slowly approached Arabella. I stood beside her, facing forward. We were about a foot apart.

Minutes passed.

Neither of us spoke.

With painstaking slowness, I sidled closer.

Inch by inch.

She shivered and subconsciously swayed toward my warmth. A soft sigh of relief released through her parted lips, and I couldn’t hold back my smirk. Smugness filled the chasm in my chest.

I was serving my Revered.

I fought the urge to release my flames and scorch the mall to the ground. It would fill me with joy to burn all the useless shifters just to give her warmth. My fingertips tingled as flames danced and the urge to explode mounted.

I smiled as I imagined how good it would feel, scarlet pouring onto the marble floors. I bared my teeth as a shifter swore and stumbled away from me. Exhilaration filled me.

She would never forgive you.

My smile dropped.

The flames extinguished.

As the mall buzzed around us, I stood silently beside my Revered and studied the scrolling neon words like I hadn’t worked with the High Court on each sentence.