Psycho Devils (Cruel Shifterverse, #5)

by Jasmine Mas

By the end of this, one of us was going to be on their knees. It wouldn’t be me.

I wasn’t ready for the psychological torment to begin tomorrow, because I was already tortured. Not to be dramatic.

I might act stupid, but I wasn’t dumb.

It was time to stop being self-aware, whatever I did was none of my business.

Depression hadn’t slowly crept up on me like a wound left untreated. It hadn’t festered. The haze had hit me like a bullet.

I was tired of pretending to heal, I was going to start traumatizing everyone back.

He stared at me with a sad expression, and I could tell he was trying silently to tell me he cared. I telepathically told him I wished I were adopted. Personally, I was doing a good enough job ruining my life without a father speeding up the process.

My personality traits were: (1) spiteful, (2) bitch.

It had all started when I was born. After that, everything had gone to absolute shit.

“One breath at a time. Breathe slowly,” Luka said gruffly as he concentrated on stitching up the gash on my thigh. His movements were smooth and precise. I made a point of inhaling as fast as I could. Just to spite him. I didn’t like when men told me what to do, it was a trigger.

Malum breathed raggedly like a maniac. This was exactly why all fae men would be jailed at birth and not released until they proved themselves peaceful. Thank the sun god I was queen and not some male whack job.

He whispered into my ear, “The ones who never sully their souls will only ever cast judgment on those drenched in shadows, because darkness is power. The weak fear what they are not.”

I’d said it before, and I’d say it again: men were deranged, and they should all be shot. On sight. No questions asked.

John pressed a cloth to my face to wipe up the sickness, but midwipe, he halted. Everyone ceased moving at once, and the room fell creepily quiet. No one breathed. The sudden tension was a tangible weight. Orion whispered something to Scorpius. “Why,” Malum said roughly. “The fuck.” His teeth clashed together. “Is ‘WHORE’ carved into your back?” Crack. I opened my mouth and whispered my darkest secret aloud, “Mother did it. The night before I killed her.” I sobbed and convulsed. Arched my back and jackknifed my legs. “What!?” Scorpius bellowed. I spat out between gasps of pain because apparently, I was feeling very chatty. “She used to light me on fire. For fun. Just like you, Malum.”