Page 229 of Psycho Gods

Worry made my legs weak.

“We’ll be fine,” Luka reassured me as he twisted his fingers around one of my curls. “We just need to tell you everything we’ve learned—it affects all three of us.”

“What is it?” I asked, afraid of the answer.

“Fifteen seconds!” Malum shouted, and RJE devices whirled. The rest of our legion surrounded us. Vegar made a quip, but I was so nervous for the twins that I didn’t hear him.

Orion and Scorpius grabbed my wrists. Malum stood directly behind me and engulfed me with his larger frame. The twins sidled closer.

Five men surrounded me.

Crack.

I opened my eyes, and we were on the edge of a forest, a wall towered a few feet away.

Jax and Malum pointed, and soldiers nodded as they fanned out under the cover of dark until only a few of us were left to infiltrate the structure.

I breathed deeply, but my lungs didn’t work.

The pipe was heavy in my mouth.

“Let’s go,” Jax mouthed as he put in his earpiece and pulled up the black hood that covered his face.

Everyone followed his lead.

The shifters climbed over the brick wall first, moving stealthily and gracefully with their heightened animal instincts.

“It has to do with our enchanted jewelry,” John whispered hurriedly in my ear, and I looked over. He wasn’t wearing his earpiece and hadn’t pulled up his hood. Neither had Luka.

More people climbed over the wall.

It was almost our turn.

“We confirmed with our aunt, who was the one who gave us the jewels,” John spoke quickly. “They form a soul connection between wearers when wedding vows are said aloud.”

The assassins climbed over the wall, and the demons followed.

Luka said, “However, enchanted jewels are extremely rare and can take on lives of their own.”

The angels unfurled their wings and flew over.

John continued, “Our aunt thinks that’s what’s happening with us.” He frowned. “She thinks the soul connection is already forming between us because it senses something is wrong with one of our souls.”

My stomach plummeted.

The kings started climbing.

“What do you mean?” I asked, the words numb on my lips as my vision blurred.

Both twins frowned like they didn’t want to say it.

John blurted, “She thinks something is wrong with your soul and it’s affecting us. We’re having strange pain down our backs and disturbances with our vision. We both feel—empty lately. It’s hard to describe.”

Oh no.

I knew exactly what pain they felt across their backs; I knew they were seeing in gray tones; I knew exactly the feeling of emptiness they were describing.

I wanted to vomit. Cry. Scream. Faint.