Page 93 of Psycho Gods

I saluted Zenith, who was across the room, grinding on Vegar.

Zenith scowled back at me, and I blew him a kiss.

He rolled his eyes, but I could tell from his acerbic expression that he secretly loved the attention.

Bodies shifted in the packed room and blocked my view of the demons.

I tipped my head back and smoked.

Rolling my body to the beat, I held up my hand, and five fingers waved in and out of focus. Five. It had been five days since we’d slaughtered an entire compound full of people.

Now the party (funeral) raged in our old bedroom with enchanted music, soldiers, naked students, drugs, sex, and alcohol.

The PTSD wasn’t included.

I brought my own.

“Fuck you,” I snarled at no one in particular as faces blurred around me. The singer crooned on the speakers, and I exhaled a cloud of smoke.

“You tell them,” Sadie shouted over the music. “You get ’em, girl.”

She moved against me, gyrating her hips and swinging her arms in what most parts of the realm called “having an episode.”

I chuckled to myself as I remember how thinking about her dancing had saved me from my attraction to Malum.

In the present, in what was supposed to be a seductive move, she spread her arms wide and jumped into a split.

Shockingly her legs locked a few feet from the floor.

She screamed in pain and fell over.

“I think I pulled my crotch,” she moaned pitifully.

Between gasps of laughter, I said, “You know, I picture you dancing when I’m trying not to be turned on.”

She smacked at my hands as I tried to help her up. “Please, we both know it’s the opposite.”

“I’m not joking,” I said, laughing uncontrollably as she struggled to stand.

She lowered her voice and leaned close to me as she half shimmied, half twitched. “Whatever you say, sweet stuff.”

I pushed her away. “That is exactly what I was talking about. It’s just weird.”

“Sun god,” she groaned. “You don’t need to be a bitch because you find me sexy. A lot of people do.”

She tried to wink, but both her eyes closed at the same time.

She blinked furiously.

“Clearly,” I said dryly, “that’s exactly what’s happening here.”

The music changed to a faster beat, and she suddenly grabbed my arms and spun us both around.

Unlike all the uncoordinated students and soldiers who kept slipping, Sadie didn’t hate the patch of ice that had spread beneath my feet; she tipped her head back and laughed as she spun us both faster on it.

A thought struck me. She’d grown up in the cold shifter realm and was at home with ice and snow.

Maybe that was why she was at home with me?

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