Psycho Fae (Cruel Shifterverse, #2)

by Jasmine Mas

I was slightly mollified when Cobra slammed his head into the low ceiling because he’d jumped too high. Cobra smirked at me. “Impressive display of strength. You really showed us.” I smirked back. “How’s your head feeling?”

Another melodramatic male with deep personal issues that needed extensive therapy. Check.

“Finally, someone recognizes I’m a badass bitch,” I said with relief as we finally began to travel forward. “He said ‘bitch,’ not ‘badass.’” Cobra rolled his eyes.

No way was I flashing people for free. They better at least pay me first. It was called knowing your worth and having class.

“Boo,” I said as I opened my eyes and shot up out of bed. The fae doctor screamed like a ninny and threw his clipboard against the wall. It rattled with a loud crack. “Not dead yet, bitch.” I made a duck face and held up two peace signs.

Either there was something wrong with me, or men were generally unwell and at the root of all problems in society. It was definitely the latter.

small part of me noticed how hot Xerxes looked while licking blood off a dagger. I ignored that part of myself. She was unwell and beyond saving.

Rationally, it didn’t matter, and I was a bad bitch who didn’t need a man. Irrationally, I was a woman who just wanted to get railed and told I was pretty.

“Blood burns red, through the air it’s blown, Blood pours bright, across the fated throne, Blood draws truth, and rips apart the mind, Blood creates pain, it kills the weak-spined.”