Psycho Beasts (Cruel Shifterverse, #3)

by Jasmine Mas

“Did you just drop me? Also, why does this mat say, ‘Hell is paved with the bones of the disloyal’?” I rolled my eyes. “First, I just carried your dramatic ass through the rain. A little gratitude would be nice. Second, because we’re being escorted into a creepy Mafia lair, in a creepy realm, by a creepy man in sunglasses.” “Excuse me?” Sunglasses Man’s eyebrow twitched. “Grow up,” I snapped back at him. “You know you’re creepy.”

Sadie smiled, walked up to me, and patted my chest. “You just earned some major brownie points for not being a total dick for once.” She paused, then ran down the hall, shouting, “Also, I call the biggest room!” I gaped at her retreating form, noting once again that something close to happiness had sparked in me at her words. The feeling quickly dissipated into confusion. “I call sharing. I get night terrors!” Aran yelled, and sprinted after her. Sadie laughed. “Bitch, I definitely have worse PTSD. Get your own room.” “Literally, I’m not sleeping alone. So get used to me, roomie.” Aran followed Sadie.

And I had earned something called brownie points.

Serenity wasn’t the absence of conflict; it was the stillness within chaos.

Aran sleepily said, “Skin the ferret,” then continued snoring.

Aran mumbled groggily and pressed a pillow over her eyes. “Fuck off before I disembowel you.”

“Virginity rocks. Kill them all,” Aran chanted sleepily, patting the pillow while wrapping her other elbow around Jala’s neck and squeezing.

Busted knuckles, split lips, broken bones, loaded gun, and it’s only Monday—Immediately, no. One out of ten, made me uncomfortable.

“You can’t leave us with Aran,” voices wailed back, and we all cried harder at the thought of them being stuck with Aran.