Page 306 of Psycho Gods

We’d wiped them out.

Maybe that was the worst part about war: you thought it would give you answers, but it only created questions.

Wars started messy and depraved.

They ended the same way.

My thoughts spiraled.

I was in a free fall.

I was drained and reeling. Muscles weak and joints stiff, I struggled to move.

The doctors had diagnosed me with “severe energy backlash.”

I’d diagnosed myself with insanity.

Unfortunately, no one bothered to ask for my professional opinion.

According to the doctors, I’d depleted my powers down to a dangerous level, and I wouldn’t be able to conjure ice for at least a week as my body recharged. At the most, they said it could take months, maybe even years.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I thought about every time I’d bemoaned the blizzard conditions.

I was the storm.

It was hard to comprehend.

I stared down at my bare fingers. They felt naked without ice.

Mother’s flames had been impressive because she could torture multiple people at once. What did that mean about me?

The sheer scale of ice I’d controlled was mind-numbing.

I shivered as I remembered that the Angel Consciousness had never removed the block from Mother’s genes. She’d never earned her wings. Would she have been able to level armies if they had?

There were too many factors to know for sure. After all, as far as I knew, mother never had mates.

Was I fated to the devils because I was born powerful, or was I so powerful because I was mated to the devils?

I’d never know.

“Are you ready to go?” John asked as he turned off the news tablet and hoisted our bags of packed clothes over his shoulders.

I blinked.

Rubbing at my eyes, I forced my aching joints to stand up straight. I nodded like I was a functioning adult.

Even though his arms were full, he still pulled me against his side. I leaned into his sandalwood scent and inhaled greedily.

Luka came out of the bathroom and smiled down at me tenderly. He looked healthy and hale; his face had regained all its color, and he held himself straight like he was no longer buckling under invisible pain.

I might be half-dead on my feet, but it was a relief that the twins were doing better.

Two more people weren’t suffering because of me.

“Ready to get out of here, Your Highness?” Luka asked, his lips turning down as he took in my disheveled appearance. “We need to get you home so you can sleep.”

I squinted because I wasn’t sure where home was.