Page 9 of Psycho Gods

Dick frowned. “This information is crucial.”

Apparently, he was incapable of getting to the freaking point.

Sadie snored softly.

Dick’s posture was rigid as he said, “You’re probably wondering why we’ve had so many meetings.”

“No one cares!” I shouted and made an obscene hand gesture…in my head.

“Your role”—Dick’s ruddy complexion flushed as he glared at each of us—“is more important than you know.”

No one blinked.

Where Lothaire would yell and smack a baton, Dick spoke with zero inflection, which was somehow ten times more terrifying.

There was a strange intensity around the High Court leader that no one, not even the kings, dared to challenge. With his wings retracted, I’d never have guessed that Dick was an angel. He didn’t have the poise and aura of arrogance they all seemed to possess.

He looked too ordinary.

Although…I’d never thought I was an angel, and now I was one that couldn’t fly.

Current life plan: throw myself off a cliff as soon as possible.

If I flew, I flew.

If I didn’t—slay (in the slaughter sense).

Dick lowered his head and said, “What I’m about to say will change everything you thought you knew about this war.”

I have syphilis.

I barely stopped myself from laughing aloud at my joke.

As far as I was concerned, he didn’t deserve anyone’s respect.

First, he was a man.

Second, he’d taken me from the fae realm as a child and beaten Sadie into her powers as he masqueraded as a beta shifter. He’d stood beside me in a gladiator arena when I’d consumed my mother’s beating heart. He’d spread angel wings wide in the beast realm and represented the gods in the Legionnaire Games.

Dick was always there when our lives hit rock bottom.

His nostrils flared as he enunciated each syllable. “The reason we’ve been lecturing you continuously—”

He paused.

I drew another dead stick figure on my palm.

“—the Official Peace Accords, otherwise known as the OPA, doesn’t just ban the involvement of gods in war as you’ve been told.”

Déjà vu skittered down my scarred spine.

A lifetime ago, I’d learned about the OPA in the fae palace, but the memory was sand, and it dripped through my fingers.

Dick’s eyes flashed. “The OPA also bans the involvement of the High Court in any battles or strategy.”

I drew another dead figure.

So we were alone? Nice.

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