The battle lines between us were clear.
Three versus three.
Scorpius grunted at my words like he’d taken a punch to the gut.
I smirked.
Of course, I was only doing it out of spite; I might be depressed, but at my core, I was a hateful bitch.
“Stop calling them that,” Malum burst out loudly, red staining his bronze cheeks as he stared at me like he was embarrassed that he couldn’t control his temper.
We were all embarrassed for him.
“Let’s go inside, husbands.” I ignored the kings. “Some people don’t know how to obey the rules of the camp.”
John flashed his dimples, and Luka grunted as I pulled them inside the room that was our legion’s sleeping bunker.
A seven-foot-tall flaming blight on the history of womankind stomped in behind us. “I told you to be quiet first,” Malum said unhelpfully.
The fact that this was him trying to grovel to me was beyond disturbing.
“And I told you to shut the fuck up and die.” I yawned. “What’s your point?”
The temperature spiked.
What could I say? The therapy session was making me feel reckless. I wanted payback.
I breathed into my cupped hands to warm them.
Malum’s fists trembled at his side, and his face exploded in scarlet flames.
Orion roughly pulled him back, and Scorpius shouted in his face, “Snap out of it! You’re in control—the fire does not control you. Breathe with me. You’re okay.”
I rolled my eyes as Scorpius talked Malum off the edge of a total inferno for what felt like the millionth time this week.
“Just to play devil’s advocate—” I chuckled at the double entendre. “—he doesn’t seem in control to me.”
Malum growled like a wild animal.
Never forget three weeks ago at the end of the Legionnaire Games when Malum said he was going to cherish and take care of me and promised it would be different.
Baby girl needs to focus on what he’s manifesting because it’s not working. I opened my mouth to tell him so, but—
“I can’t do this!” Malum screamed, and flames shot out of his mouth like a dragon. “I can’t watch you hang all over other men and call them your husbands without reacting. You’re mine.”
Eh, I’ll tell him later.
He fell to his knees.
My headache intensified.
I kicked off my heavy combat boots, lay down in my narrow bunk bed, and pulled the blankets up to my chin.
John kissed my forehead and climbed up to the top bunk. Luka gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and climbed into the bed above mine. A zip of pain traveled down my spine.
Fondness spread through me.
All three of us sighed.
