Psycho Academy (Cruel Shifterverse, #4)

by Jasmine Mas

For some reason, it was impossible to spiral when a child was degrading your character.

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

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

Apparently bullying others was my therapy. I loved that journey for myself.

“Say something!” I sighed heavily. “I’m trying to enjoy my coma and you’re ruining my peace.” People had no manners these days. “Seriously?” John whined, “That’s all you have to say?” I rolled my eyes. “Yay. I’m awake. Now I can be tormented by a vampyre who has the hair and temperament of a large horse. How’s that?”

There was something about a grown man acting like a homicidal maniac that tickled my funny bone. Like, was he for real? Was this really what we were doing right now?

How nice it would be to be a single-celled amoeba floating around the ocean without a care in the world. I yearned for that lifestyle.

“Is that why you’re here?” I asked with excitement. We had a long history of crashing dances; it was practically our thing. “No, I got banned from attending because I accidentally”—she made finger quotes—“declared war on every member of the High Court and started to raise a standing army of shifters to fight them for control of the realms.” My jaw dropped. Suddenly, I understood why Jinx was sighing and rubbing her temples. “You did not?” “Oh, I did.”