Page 232 of Psycho Gods

“You’ve been in there for hours,” John said. “People are starting to worry—I’m worried about you, Aran.”

I inhaled enchanted drugs and enjoyed how the smoke burned my lungs.

“You don’t need to,” I said hoarsely. “I’m doing amazing.”

There was a pause.

“For some reason I don’t believe that—please come out.” John sounded tired and frustrated. “We still need to talk about what we told you earlier. All three of us can face this together.”

“Later,” I said. “I’m having an important meeting.”

An elbow jabbed my stomach.

Sadie repositioned herself.

“Sorry,” she whispered, then rammed her elbow into my face. “Sorry again, my foot’s numb, and I’m trying to get feeling back into the damned thing.”

“Control your limbs, woman.”

She huffed as she knocked over a box of supplies. “Cool the attitude. I’m not the one who insisted we needed to talk in a closet after a battle. You know I love you, but sometimes—it’s hard to be supportive.” She paused. “This is one of those times, in case it isn’t clear.”

“Wow,” I said. “Excuse me for trying to have an important business meeting with just the two of us.”

“Why are we having a business meeting in the closet?” Sadie asked.

“For the privacy—duh.”

Sadie flung herself forward and strangled me. Her acrylic nails jabbed my skin. Boxes fell over and needles clattered on the floor.

Never mind. It was a hug.

Sadie held me tight. Even fully clothed in our uniforms, her body heat contrasted with my chilled flesh. I shivered and hugged her back.

It was nice.

My nose wrinkled, and I coughed at her stench. “This is kind of gross,” I said as I tried not to inhale through my nose.

She squeezed me harder. “I’m not the one who said we didn’t have time to shower. Just don’t think about all the gore rubbing between us right now. Dripping and mixing—”

I shoved her off, and she laughed as more boxes fell.

She was insane.

A third shadow appeared outside the door. “Get out of the closet, Sadie,” Cobra ordered, “or so help me sun god, there will be consequences.”

Sadie clacked her nails together. “Try anything and I’ll tell Jax that you’ve been secretly bullying me.”

Cobra hissed like a snake as he kicked against the door. “He’ll never believe you.”

“Please,” Sadie said. “We both know that’s not true.”

“Aran, are you sure you need more time in there?” Luka asked, his voice tight with worry.

“Yes,” Sadie and I replied in unison.

Cobra and John whispered something to each other. After what sounded like a long tense debate, the three men walked away from the closet.

I didn’t trust them.

---