Psycho Devils (Cruel Shifterverse, #5)

by Jasmine Mas

Usually, I ignored the kings. Their opinions were like male thongs. Useless. Disturbing. And literally no one asked for them.

I said all these realizations aggressively to the woman in the bathroom. She narrowed her eyes at me. Rude. It took me a second to realize I’d been talking to my reflection. Awkward. “We will never speak of this,” I whispered at her furiously, and we both nodded in agreement. Good. Good. All my plans were working out.

Also, I enjoyed singing moodily under the spray. The demons had once walked in on me making up a song and we’d mutually agreed to never speak of it again. Since I’d gone off on a lyrical tangent and had rhymed “dying alone” with “traffic cone” it was probably for the best. Some things were better not discussed.

There was a reason I’d never liked Sadie’s romance books. A man was no woman’s savior. Never had been. Never would be.