Page 42 of Psycho Gods

Arabella chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah, well I can’t fly yet. I’m still working on it.”

“You’ll learn to fly,” he responded curtly. “You’ll train with us after this battle.”

“Don’t fucking tell her what to do,” Corvus snarled aggressively, and heat poured off him.

“That would work for me.” Arabella clicked her tongue. “But I’m really big on rest days. So let’s circle back to that idea next week.”

“Soon,” Knox said. “Until you learn to fly, you’re weak. You need to master your abilities.”

“Thirty seconds until we all RJE,” Corvus said. Wings clattered, and Knox made a sound like he’d been pushed to the side.

Jax replied, “Remember, we need to be discreet, no loud noises.”

“Got it, make loud noises,” Sadie drawled obnoxiously.

Arabella laughed.

It wasn’t funny.

Warm breath suddenly fanned against my ear. “Why did you have a hair band?” Arabella whispered so closely that she must have been on her tiptoes.

I closed my eyes and inhaled her intoxicating icy scent, and my heart pounded erratically like I’d taken a shot of caffeine.

“Tell me.” Her nails dug into the skin of my arm that was still gripping her wrist in a vise. She drew blood.

A shot of pure lust clouded my thoughts. Does she know what that means to me? Pain was my love language.

Her cold touch burned deliciously, and I grunted softly with pleasure.

The RJE device whirred as Corvus said, “Three seconds.”

I bent forward so my lips brushed against her temple. “Because you kept complaining about losing them, and I wanted to be helpful.”

CRACK.

The sound of jumping through time and space muffled Arabella’s harsh inhale, but I didn’t miss it.

I’d surprised her.

Cold air stung my cheeks, and I knelt on icy rocks. From the lack of hot steam, we were on the side of a mountain.

“Let go of me.” Arabella’s breath came out in uneven puffs.

My lips were still pressed against her icy skin, and it was like touching lightning in a blizzard. Electricity crackled between us.

“Never,” I promised as I released her hand.

She let out a little gasp like she was in pain, and I frowned.

Nothing should have hurt her, yet her breathing pattern clearly changed like it did when she was getting stitched up.

I didn’t fucking like it.

“Stay low, follow me. We’ll climb down the mountainside.” Corvus’s voice spoke loudly in our enchanted earpieces.

Arabella tried to take a step away from me, but I stepped closer. The battle might be starting, but a campaign was already being waged, and failure wasn’t an option when it came to her.

I would figure out whatever pained her, and I would destroy it. My Revered would never suffer in my presence, never again.

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