Psycho Academy (Cruel Shifterverse, #4)

by Jasmine Mas

If death was the absence of life, then a person was not truly dead if they haunted your every waking moment.

That was the funny thing about trauma: it didn’t need time to strip you of your personality and plunge you into darkness. It worked quickly. Mercilessly.

I was jagged shards of what had once been whole.

Everyone knew humans were the most fucked-up race as a whole, but individually they were powerless and weak.

I preferred my friends with dry sarcasm and inappropriate humor, not whatever the fuck positive energy was radiating off John.

At least I now knew the stories were true…humans were dumb as fuck.

He was just another mediocre man overcompensating for his shortcomings. And his small penis.

My head hurt from the effort not to tell him to pull the stick out of his ass.

The kings were fae, and there was nothing secret-worthy about that. Just more garden variety wastes of space with dicks and balls.

There was peace in the violence of a long run, and I pitied anyone who’d never felt such bliss.

Since I didn’t actually possess a dick, I really needed to stop talking about it. But for some reason, I couldn’t stop.

There was something about a twelve-year-old tearing you to shreds that gave you perspective.