Psycho Fae (Cruel Shifterverse, #2)

by Jasmine Mas

Instead of respecting my prowess, female fortitude, and ability to make decisions for myself, Cobra and Jax grinned at each other and fist-bumped with their chained hands.

Technically, if Demetre killed me right now, I would never have to run again. The logic was sound.

“I made a friend.” I smiled at the men just to piss them off. It worked.

First, wow, a dress with pockets; that was revolutionary.

“You can at least say that I look nice. That is the normal gentleman’s response when you see a lady in a dress. Also, there is something you all have failed to say to Sadie.” “You look like shit,” Cobra sneered at her. I opened my mouth to yell at him, but Aran beat me to it. Her turquoise eyes flashed, and she turned to Cobra with a smile. “I look better than your immature snake ass.” “Fae whore.” “Alpha skank.” “Blue-haired freak.” “Creepy rock-skin fucker.” Cobra opened his mouth, and Jax slammed his palm across Cobra’s lips to muffle the sound.

Now we just needed Jax to speak more and Cobra to speak less. The group dynamic would be a lot more functional.