Page 88 of Psycho Gods

“Then let’s go.” I grabbed Scorpius’s arm to guide him and stalked from the barracks.

We ran through the snowy forest. It was eerie at night. The once steaming ground was covered in a thin layer of ice and snow slammed against us from all directions.

The white contrasted with the vibrant green and rich brown conifer trees.

It was nothing like the shades of blue and gray that had painted Arabella’s vision.

What was wrong with her sight? What was that crushing sense of emptiness she felt?

I couldn’t breathe as another terrible thought struck me. Did Arabella still experience the world this way? Had we made the emptiness worse?

We’d failed our Revered in every possible way.

For a second, I stopped running and tilted my head back to the storm.

I inhaled.

It smelled like winter and rage.

It smelled like her.

The fire crawling beneath my skin intensified like it recognized her presence in the ice. Flames multiplied on my shoulders. The urge to unleash my powers spiked dramatically.

Sun god, I’m ruined for her.

When we got to the strategy room, I threw open the door with a bang and unlocked the desk’s drawer. Then I grabbed the RJE device Lothaire had given us before the war started.

The world whirred.

Crack.

We disappeared.

Only one thing was on our minds.

Vengeance.

Chapter 13

Aran

ALONE

Tenebrous (adjective): causing gloom.

DAY 8, HOUR 14

Mouth open on a silent scream, I jolted awake and sat up straight.

I cracked my forehead against wood.

Sun god help the idiot who had designed the cramped bunk beds, because I was going to hunt them down.

“Oof, that sucks.” Orion was sprawled out on his bunk across the room, reading a book.

We were alone.

I rubbed at my forehead and winced. The clock on the wall showed I’d slept late into the day.

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