Psycho Gods (Cruel Shifterverse, #6)

by Jasmine Mas

“The effects of unresolved trauma can be devastating.” —Dr. Peter Levine

No shit

I’d crossed out the drug policy because I didn’t follow bad laws. My new life motto: stand for something or fall for everything. Yes, I was standing for drug use. Someone had to.

As far as I was concerned, he didn’t deserve anyone’s respect. First, he was a man.

I would have joined him, but I didn’t laugh with men. I only laughed at them.

Of course, I was only doing it out of spite; I might be depressed, but at my core, I was a hateful bitch.

Why weren’t more wars held in tropical locations? That was the real question.

Personally, I hoped the ungodly won. People were annoying, and if it was my time to be the host of a monstrous crustacean, then that was my destiny. It was called giving up, and everyone needed to practice it more.

I held my breath and started again because I had nothing better to do than torment men.

I loved that I was giving out life advice like I’d mastered mental health. It was called being delusional.