Page 65 of Psycho Gods

Five men stalked toward them.

Enchanted swords swung in a glowing blur as they carved the ungodly to pieces—the tallest shadow ripped their heads off with his bare hands as flames shot from his fingertips.

I choked on copper as it dribbled out my mouth, and everything spun faster.

Psychogenic dissonance devoured me.

I spat up blood.

Someone bellowed, and shadows fell to their knees around me.

Everything whirled.

Head lolled back like a corpse, I could do nothing but hang helplessly as the shadow who tore the ungodly’s heads off carried me against his chest through the maze of halls.

I closed my eyes.

Time twisted.

Chilly air slapped against my skin, and I opened my eyes to see the dark sky.

Malum ripped off his black hood, flames leaping off his head.

I thought I’d seen him angry.

I hadn’t.

Molten silver eyes flashed with so much rage I could feel it radiating in waves as Malum snarled inches from my face, “I’m going to kill you for this.”

So much for hoping he hadn’t realized what he’d seen.

He was fully aware that I’d made a choice.

Watery blood dripped from my eyes as the corner of my lips curled upward in a mocking smirk.

Who was going to tell him?

I was already dead.

Chapter 10

Orion

FATE

Orphic (adjective): fascinating, entrancing.

DAY 2, HOUR 20

“Where is she?” I screamed to my mates as we dodged the razor-sharp pincers of an ungodly as we fought in the melee.

Petals drifted across my neck.

I was seconds from losing control.

For the last forty hours, we’d slaughtered every infected we’d come across. Thousands of them.

We were thorough.

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