Page 322 of Psycho Gods

I inhaled calm.

Strangers who didn’t know me thought I was unfeeling. I had the opposite problem.

My feelings were too much.

They’d always plagued me.

Scorpius and Orion were the two people who’d always understood that about me. They related.

My world was shades of scarlet; I burned with obsession and rage. Scorpius’s world was shades of black; he yearned for pain. Orion’s world was shades of gold; people were shiny toys for him to play with.

For the longest time, it had only been the three of us.

Now Aran joined us.

In her memories, I’d felt what she felt. I’d seen through her eyes.

Aran’s world was shades of gray; she was numb, unable to process the terrifying capacity for violence that lived within her.

She deserved so much more than gray.

I pulled away from Scorpius and walked over to the bed so I could play with my Revered’s blue curls.

I’d channel my obsessive nature to not only protect her but to help her heal. To help all of us heal.

So help me sun god, her world would be shades of vibrant colors.

I refused to accept anything less for her.

As I twined the silky lock around my finger and made silent promises to my sleeping mate, Scorpius gathered our softest throw blankets and tucked them around her.

My ball of fire hovered toward the stone hearth in the room’s corner, then it whooshed to life.

When I was fully satisfied that my Revered was comfortable and warm, I pulled off all my clothes.

John made a choking noise.

Turning, I realized Luka and John were standing awkwardly in the doorway.

I rubbed the back of my neck—I’d never expected them to be my mates. It was unheard of for a devil to have five mates.

But here we stood.

Warmth expanded in my chest as I looked down at Aran. She was the reason that all of us were connected. I’d gone from suffering because I was missing my mate to having more mates than I knew what to do with.

It was insane.

Life felt like a dream.

Pressure built behind my eyes, and I wiped it away discreetly with the back of my hand as I gestured at the twins. “You can come in.”

John glanced at Scorpius, then our Revered. “I don’t want to intrude,” he said slowly.

“Get in here. You’re our mates,” Scorpius snapped.

All of us were haggard.

Worn down from the war.