Page 355 of Psycho Gods

I was woken up by an electric shock to find two figures looming in the darkness beside my four-poster bed. Turning as I convulsed, I shoved Warren’s sleeping ferret form under the pillow.

The two leaders had arrived.

Dick stood beside the cloaked figure with vibrant blue eyes.

Sadie and Aran thought the cloak concealed a man because of the person’s deep voice and commanding size. You should never make assumptions without all the facts.

The figure pulled down the head of their cloak and revealed a gorgeous woman’s face. She pressed on her thin silver necklace and canceled the enchantment that concealed her voice.

“Hello Jinx,” her tinkling feminine voice filled the quiet room. She was a master of secrecy. As far as I could tell, I was one of the few people who knew she was a woman, but I still didn’t know her name.

My limbs stopped trembling as I panted, “I’ve been expecting you.”

I sat up and grimaced as I realized my prosthetic was across the room, leaning against the chair behind them.

Their positioning was purposeful.

Cowards.

I glared at them, and Dick scoffed as he walked into the light.

“You will step down as Regent of the Fae Realm immediately. We did not authorize you to rule the realm,” Dick spat. “Also, your other shackle will be reinstated because you’ve clearly demonstrated that you have no control over your violent urges.”

It was my turn to scoff.

Every move I made was carefully calculated and planned out; it was how I’d always lived. If I weren’t so regimented, I wouldn’t have survived this long.

Dick held up the gold shackle, and I cradled my bare wrist against my chest protectively.

Then I pulled up the sleeve of my nightgown to reveal the small word carved into my flesh: “LIARS.” You wouldn’t notice it unless you knew to look for it.

“Take a step closer and you’ll regret it,” I warned.

Dick stopped moving.

“What is that?” the woman asked.

I smiled. “Insurance against you two.”

“Explain,” Dick spat, his disguised features turning red with agitation.

My tone was blasé as I said, “Aran’s scar got me thinking about the many uses of blood enchantments. They are quite versatile.”

Dick’s scowl deepened, and I kept my face a blank mask while inside I was a mess of nerves.

I had one chance to get this right or my life was forfeit.

I continued, “This blood enchantment is tied to my life force and—through a tricky bit of science, made possible by the resources of the fae court—it is also tied to an algorithm. You both know how talented I am when it comes to equations.”

Dick’s eyes flashed, and his plain features distorted as his true face showed through.

Both Dick and the cloaked woman understood that I was a genius beyond the scale level used for these realms. They were the ones who’d tested me.

They were the masterminds.

The planners.

The leaders.