Page 25 of Psycho Gods

I’m fine.

I understand my brain, I reassured myself.

The paradox of the liar—you couldn’t lie if you knew it was false, but if it was false, then you were a liar. The cycle spiraled into infinity.

I rubbed at my wrist where the heavy diamond bracelet tingled like it was alive. It pulsed warm, then stopped, and I couldn’t decide if I’d imagined it.

My subconscious screamed something to my consciousness, but there was a dead space inside my brain that I couldn’t understand. There was an emptiness where knowledge fizzled. An abyss.

Perhaps it was hours spent screaming on a palace floor.

Perhaps it was the little sister I’d never had who’d stolen my memories.

Perhaps it was three men who’d tormented me.

Perhaps it was me.

I wanted to slam my skull against the wall.

“Your emotions make sense and are valid, especially if you feel betrayed,” Dr. Palmer said slowly, like I was an imbecile.

I stared at her deadpan.

“Perhaps you’re feeling spiteful because of your own deep sense of hurt based on their actions?” She nodded. “Have they done anything to make you feel especially disappointed?”

Black ice scorched my throat, and I needed to wipe the patronizing smirk off her face.

I blurted out, “Malum set me on fire until my face melted off—and he never apologized for it.”

Dr. Palmer stopped writing and blanched.

Both her eyes twitched. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven times. A new record.

Three men stiffened beside me.

Dr. Palmer opened and shut her mouth a few times. When she finally spoke, she overenunciated each word. “You’re telling me that your—” She cleared her throat and checked her clipboard. “—Ignis set you on fire—the mate whose role is to love and cherish you?”

She showed more emotion now than ever before.

She hadn’t even blinked when she’d learned I’d been disguised as a male because I was the wanted fae princess who’d murdered her mother, but now her eyes rounded with horror like she understood why the therapy session was awkward.

Finally.

Scorpius scoffed loudly. “An Ignis does not just love and cherish his Revered. That’s a provincial and pathetic description. His life’s purpose is to worship, provide, shelter, and obsess over his Revered—it’s nothing as menial as love.”

“It’s disrespectful to insinuate that I would only love her,” Malum said.

Ever completely missed the point of a conversation?

Dr. Palmer gaped at the kings with incredulity, and her complexion paled.

I smiled.

Everyone knew the point of couple’s therapy was to make your therapist like you more than your partner—I’d won.

“You want to talk about caring for your Revered, yet you set Aran on fire?” Her voice pitched uncharacteristically high as she gaped at Malum.

Abruptly, a picture on the wall burst into red flames, and two shifters frolicking in a field of rolling hills melted into ashes.

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