Page 236 of Psycho Gods

The closet door was ripped off its hinges.

Light blinded my corneas.

“Get out,” Malum said viciously.

I squinted up at the leader of the kings. Scorpius, Orion, and the twins surrounded him.

Malum blocked the doorway. “Now, Arabella. Your closet time is fucking over.”

“Really? You couldn’t just open it?” I asked. He placed the door, which he’d viciously ripped off the wall, on the floor.

Behind him, blood and gore was splashed across the medical barracks like a crime scene. Doctors paused stitching up soldiers to gawk at their mangled door, and soldiers paused their moaning to gape at their leaders.

The men glared down at me.

I sighed.

Malum made a harsh noise as Cobra hurried forward and pushed past him. The snake shifter fell to his knees beside me, and with surprising gentleness, he pulled a needle out of Sadie’s arm (apparently, she’d been playing with one in the dark?) and patted her arm like he was making sure she was okay.

I gaped at my best friend and pointedly looked at the discarded needle.

She winked.

“You’re a freak,” I mouthed at her as Cobra gingerly picked her up and cradled her against his chest.

She smiled over his shoulder and waved her long nails. “Takes one to know one. Let’s finish this talk later.” Her mates coalesced around her and whispered sweet nothings in her ear as they left the medical barracks.

No one kissed my head and gently offered to pick me up. No one whispered anything nice into my ear.

I got glared at.

In fact, both the kings and twins were frowning down at me with all their arms crossed, even John.

I squinted, unsure for a second if the haze had returned and I was hallucinating, because they all looked livid. From their expressions, you would think I’d have done something unforgivable, which was strange because they were literally okay with murdering people.

Last time I’d talked to the twins, they’d been concerned but not angry. The kings also hadn’t been mad.

In the past day and a half of battling ungodly, something had changed.

Did someone tell the kings that women had rights?

Scorpius muttered something scathing under his breath, and Malum nodded in agreement.

Scarlet flames crackled across Malum’s shoulders, and the medical barracks went dead silent. It felt like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for an explosion.

I remained seated and sucked on my enchanted pipe.

There were two steps to being that bitch: (1) protect your peace from men, and (2) never pay retail.

Horse settled onto my shoulder. His smoky head nuzzled against my cheek while I gently stroked his feathers.

I didn’t need men because I had something much smarter, cooler, and better looking: a bird.

For the first time since I’d met them, the twins seemed twisted. Evil. Wrathful. Their dark eyes radiated danger.

The kings looked similar.

Silver flames glowed in Malum’s eyes. The eye on Scorpius’s neck blinked open and glared at me accusingly. Orion frowned.