Page 323 of Psycho Gods

“Okay, then,” John’s eyes widened as he and Luka stepped inside the cozy space. They stared at the giant dragon that was carved across the walls.

“It symbolizes the power of the House of Malum,” I explained. “All our power—her power.”

“She’s amazing,” Scorpius grinned viciously. “She’s terrifying.” He gnashed his teeth. “She’s perfect.”

I rolled my eyes at my sadistic mate.

“Don’t be shy, John,” Scorpius sneered wickedly as he climbed into bed and patted the space beside him. “I won’t bite—much.”

Luka and Orion shared a glance as they shook their heads.

I ignored everyone and climbed in so I could hold my Revered in her sleep. No one complained, because they knew I was fire, and she was ice.

She needed me to warm her.

It was my life’s purpose.

When all six of us were tucked under the covers, lying beside one another, we stared in silence at the glittering sky.

Our Revered was the only one who slept.

The rest of us were painfully awake, echoes of the war were tangible around us. Adrenaline still strummed among us.

I stared down at Aran’s furrowed brow. My raspy voice was loud in the silence. “We need to let her heal.”

There was a beat, then John responded, “Obviously. She’s been through hell.”

Scorpius frowned.

Orion sat up against the headboard and stared down at her, Luka scrubbed at his face, and I twisted more of her silky curls around my hand.

I already knew that letting her go in the morning was going to pose a problem.

“So what exactly does letting her heal mean?” Luka asked. “Just so we’re all on the same page.”

I was so startled that the quiet twin was conversing with us that it took me a moment to process what he was asking.

Scorpius answered for me, “It means we don’t touch her. Not until she’s 100 percent ready.”

The five of us looked at one another with grave expressions.

“We have all of immortality,” John agreed. “We need to make sure she’s well. That’s the priority.”

I nodded as I tucked myself tighter around her protectively. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. A possessive voice repeated in my head.

My fire wanted her.

I wanted her.

“We all need to heal,” Orion whispered, as he grabbed Luka’s hand.

Scorpius sighed. “One day at a time, that’s all we can do.”

“For her,” I whispered, and the men chorused back, “For her.”

She was our soul.

Our hearts.