Page 198 of Psycho Gods

I had a bad feeling the color had always been this rich.

I knew my vision had changed when I was younger, but I never realized it was to this extent.

Why had it changed back? That was also the question.

So many questions.

Still, no answers.

We’d finished strategizing, and after another day had passed with nothing to do but sleep and lightly exercise, we’d started going insane.

We were having another party for morale.

The angels were expected to return soon. We had days until we fought the ungodly again. Maybe a week if we got lucky.

Mental health recovery was very important to me.

That was why I was doing drugs.

Jinx had said there was no logical reason to party, but she hadn’t slaughtered thousands of men and women as they screamed for mercy and then watched as monsters erupted from them. Her boots didn’t stick as she walked.

So, what did she know?

War did things to a person.

We needed this.

I swayed to the music, arms wrapped around Sadie’s shoulders, multiple cigarettes and pipes hanging from my lips as I drowned myself in smoke.

It curled around my face like a mask.

Sadie grabbed my shoulders and yanked me closer.

“Hear me out!” She stood on her tiptoes and yelled, but her words were barely audible over the booming music. “Let’s scrap the shower sex plan. Why don’t we just make your men jealous—right now?”

She pulled back, mouth upturned in a manic smile as she wiggled her eyebrows.

Her ruby eyes sparkled with excitement. Golden skin was flushed as she practically vibrated with energy.

Now that I could see the full color spectrum, I was awe struck by how gorgeous my best friend was.

She seized my face with her hands and pulled me lower to her level. “Please, just kiss me—and maybe hump me a little. It will be so worth it! I promise.”

The partygoers nearest to us looked over.

I flipped them off.

Stunning ruby eyes twinkled up at me.

Before I knew it, my platonic best friend—who was mated to three ferocious shifter men, and a creep named Cobra—buried her one hand in my curls, yanked my head down to her vertically challenged level, ripped the multiple pipes out of my lips, and slapped her hand over my mouth.

It took me a second to comprehend the nuance of what was occurring.

Sadie was making out with her own hand.

Over my mouth.

Aggressively.