Page 237 of Psycho Gods

Malum lunged forward like he was going to instigate a fight.

He stopped inches away from me.

If he was trying to intimidate me, it wouldn’t work. I had a secret weapon. I possessed something they never would—class.

And the ability to put a cute outfit together.

“You can all go take a large, misshapen piece of wood—and shove it up your asses.” I made an obscene gesture. “Leave me alone and get control of yourselves. You’re frightening me.”

Malum bared his teeth. “Good. You should be afraid.”

How is this the same man that cuddled me?

Flames sizzled.

A body lunged. Quicker than I could follow, fingers wrapped around my throat.

“Go fuck yourself, Mal—”

Nails dug into my skin.

I froze.

Pale cheekbones, sharper than glass, hovered inches from my face. Unfocused milky eyes stared off into space, and wine-red lips were smashed into a thin line.

Bergamot and musk were spicy with fury.

I was drowned in Scorpius’s rage.

“What’s your problem?” I asked, unbothered by the pointer finger digging into my jugular.

Scorpius’s jaw clenched, and he didn’t speak. His tattooed eye was wide open, staring at me.

I blew smoke in his face.

Nails pinched as they dug deeper into the sensitive skin on my neck.

Behind Scorpius, the twins stepped forward. Darkness glistened around them.

I waited.

Neither of them made a move to pull Scorpius off me.

They flanked him.

I ignored Scorpius slowly asphyxiating me and stared at the twins.

“Traitors,” I gasped out, my voice raspy from lack of air.

John didn’t move, didn’t flinch. He did nothing to show that he’d heard me. His familiar dimples had transformed into harsh lines that highlighted the fury on his handsome face.

He was a stranger.

“Is it true, Aran?” he asked cryptically, voice hard and deep.

“What?” I asked. My heart hurt.

John took a step closer. “Tell me right now that it’s not fucking true.” Darkness glinted and twisted around him like living shadows.