Page 67 of Psycho Gods

“Where the fuck is she?” I whisper-yelled as we stabbed, lunged, and dodged in unison.

Panic mounted every second she didn’t appear.

Cherry blossom petals drifted faster across my collarbone, and I gritted my teeth as gore splattered across my face.

Five minutes. If we didn’t find her in the next five minutes, I was unleashing my powers, and I didn’t care if we slaughtered our own soldiers.

They could all die.

“Is Aran with you?” one of the twins shouted as they punched an infected man, stabbed him in the heart, then sliced the emerging ungodly in half.

“No,” Scorpius snarled as he spun and kicked. “We can’t find her.”

The twins stopped moving. Clad in all black, they seemed to disappear into the shadows as the battle raged around them.

“Excuse me,” Luka said with vehemence, “where the fuck is my wife?”

I was startled by his voice because he never spoke; it was deeper than his twin’s.

“She’s not your wife yet,” Corvus replied harshly. “Arabella is unmated and unbonded.” Flames multiplied on his shoulders.

John scoffed as he gutted an infected. “Keep my wife’s name out of your mouth.”

Corvus growled viciously as he grabbed an infected woman’s face and snapped her head to the side like he was imagining it was the twins’. She dropped dead. He repeated the motion with the ungodly. Green gore covered his arms.

Flames poured off his fingers and set the rug aflame.

“She has to be nearby,” I said to the twins. “Because the bond sickness hasn’t set in.”

Scorpius dropped his sword and unsheathed serrated daggers.

He stabbed at one of the remaining male soldiers repeatedly but didn’t kill him. He knelt close, arms and torso painted red, as the man writhed and screamed beneath him.

He didn’t stop.

I watched him mutilate the man with disinterest.

We were unraveling.

Being separated from Arabella was like taking a bullet to the skull. After a lifetime we’d spent searching for her, she wasn’t allowed to leave us.

If we didn’t find her soon, the ungodly would seem tame in comparison to what we’d do, because the sun god himself couldn’t save the realms from us.

“We’ve checked the entire room. We don’t know where the fuck she can be!” Corvus bellowed with frustration to the twins.

All five of us looked around desperately as we fought.

Even with her clad in black from head to toe, we would recognize Arabella because her long legs and lean muscle definition were uniquely hers. No other woman compared.

She was our Revered.

Our soul.

We’d recognize her with our eyes closed and ears covered.

One of the twins pointed at the hole in the wall. “Is she out in the hall?”

I shook my head. “We looked and didn’t see her.” I stomped on the exoskeleton of an ungodly and wished this stupid compound didn’t have so many hidden rooms and corridors.

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