Psycho Devils (Cruel Shifterverse, #5)

by Jasmine Mas

My voice was scratchy. “What happened? You guys scraped our carcasses off the lawn and brought us back here to heal?” John winked and pulled at the stethoscope hanging across his neck. “That’s literally exactly what happened.” He raked his hand through his sweaty hair. “Witch John, at your service. As you can see, I sped up the healing process by helping push all your”—his smile wobbled—“pieces back into place.” Since it felt like my arms were about to fall out of their sockets, I believed him. “But don’t worry, I fixed everything.” John pointed at my arm. A small yellow bandage was placed over a tiny, centimeter-long cut on my hand. The yellow rectangle was next to a gaping wound that ran up my forearm. My sleeve was pushed up to expose it. We both watched as I moved my arm and blood gurgled out of the open wound. I wheezed, then made a serious expression. “Thank the sun god you put that on. What would I do without you, John?” He flashed his dimples. “You’re welcome. No need to thank me. I live to serve.” I prodded at the bandaged paper cut. “Yes, I can see that. Did you clean the cut first? I can tell. It looks great.” A mischievous glint sparked in his dark eyes. “Actually, I just rubbed some dirt and spit on it.” “Oh, perfect.” I nodded. “Very nice.”