Psycho Academy (Cruel Shifterverse, #4)

by Jasmine Mas

It was a fact of life that some people were blessed and not stressed. I hoped all those people got gonorrhea.

I rubbed at my eyes and flipped him off with both my middle fingers. When he didn’t react, I remembered he was blind and whispered, “fuck you.”

Was I becoming part of the patriarchy? Was I the problem?

Sixty percent bruh. Thirty percent dude. Ten percent fuckboy. Those were Aran’s stats, and I was embracing them.

He chuckled, and the raspy, harsh sound matched his whiskey-and-tobacco scent. No. He smells like the patriarchy.

One simply didn’t call their mortal enemy by their first name. It wasn’t proper.