Page 71 of Psycho Gods

Shaking my head once, I turned and ran through the quiet forest, down the path. I cut through trees so I could get to the medical barracks quicker.

Throwing myself inside, I laid Arabella down on the first white cot. One of the twins collapsed on his knees by her side and grabbed her hand.

He whispered to her quietly.

Corvus screamed for the doctors. Cherry blossoms floated around my Revered and covered her stomach, like they were trying to heal her.

The doctors gasped as they took in her ruined stomach.

“Enchanted sword wound.” A doctor shook her head. “It’s too much damage.”

An empty bed exploded in flames.

Scorpius was suddenly standing beside the doctor with a dagger pressed to her throat. “Fix her or die.”

The doctor’s eyes widened with fear.

Arabella tried to say something, but all that came out was a low whimper of pain.

Shock was wearing off, and she was starting to feel her injury. She’d only have a few more minutes before she was screaming in agony.

I clenched my fists.

“Stop it.” Luka pulled Scorpius away from the incompetent doctor.

Cherry blossoms formed a whirlwind.

“Don’t you know who Aran is?” Luka asked Scorpius, and I realized it was the first time he’d ever looked one of us in the eyes as he spoke. He looked at the three of us like we were pathetic. “She’s the Queen of the Fae Realm.”

We stared back.

Scorpius stabbed the trembling doctor in the thigh and asked, “So?”

The incompetent doctor fell to the ground, screaming.

Luka swore and dragged his hands roughly through his messy dark hair. “Aran can’t die without someone ripping out her heart and eating it.”

A faint memory of Aran lying in a marble hall explaining fae succession played at the edge of my mind, but I was too stressed to remember it clearly.

“Are you sure?” Corvus sounded unconvinced.

The doctor whimpered, and everyone ignored her.

“Of course he is,” John said, darkness glittering around him. “She used to complain about it constantly back at Elite Academy. You’d know that if you ever bothered to listen to her.”

Violence ratcheted up.

Tensions sizzled.

The stabbed doctor staggered to her feet and limped through the door that led to the back room of the medical building.

The five of us were locked in a staring contest. Darkness expanded around Luka, and flames leaped higher off Corvus’s shoulders.

Another doctor burst through the same door, holding vials of different-colored substances. He hurried to the bed and leaned over Arabella as he brought one to her lips.

The tension broke as everyone whirled toward him.

“What the fuck are you giving her?” Corvus snarled as Luka asked, “What is that?”

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