Page 219 of Psycho Gods

Sparkling lavender morning light filled the room.

Ten years later and the fae palace still felt like yesterday.

I was too old to be this young.

The barrack door opened, and someone entered from the outside. The steps came toward me.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Malum’s voice had an odd tilt to it.

I sat up.

Bronze features were tight with rage, and scarlet flames danced off his shoulders to a violent beat. Silver eyes were hard as steel, and his jaw ticked like he was holding himself from saying something.

“T-Talk—” My teeth chattered, and I took a second to compose myself. “Talk about what?”

His knuckles cracked as he fisted his hands, and the dagger glinted on his neck as he swallowed thickly.

He took a step back from my bed.

I waited.

He remained silent and furious.

“Talk about what?” I repeated.

His face contorted with malice. “Talk about whatever has you freaking out right now. I don’t know.” He crossed his arms. “You tell me. Did you have a bad dream?”

“No, I actually had a pleasant dream,” I said sarcastically. “It was super beautiful. Lots of sunshine and rainbows.”

“You have nothing you want to tell me?” he asked slowly.

“Nope.” I popped the p and studied my black nails.

Scarlet flames traveled up his shoulders and engulfed his head.

Why is he so angry? He couldn’t know about my dream.

“Tell me what you dreamed of right now, Arabella!” he exploded, and I jumped at his sudden aggressiveness.

“Uh,” I said. “I already told you. I dreamed of nothing.”

“No.” His voice was dangerous like whiskey, broken glass, and freshly spilled blood. “You lied and said you had a fucking good dream. So tell me the truth.”

“I’m not lying,” I lied.

“You are clearly lying, tell me the truth!” Malum barked out.

A headache throbbed in my left temple.

This was bizarre behavior, even for him.

“What have I said about yelling in the morning?” Vegar snarled as he sat up on his bunk.

“I’m not yelling!” Malum shouted back.

I peered around uneasily. Orion and Scorpius were missing. I peered over the edge of my bed and looked up. The twins were also gone.

They’d all left and hadn’t thought to tell me where they were going.