Deadliest Psychos was a solid continuation of the series, and overall I did enjoy it — but it definitely didn’t hit me the same way book one did. It answers some of the questions left hanging in Prettiest Psycho, especially about the hierarchy and what’s really going on behind the curtain… but at the same time, it creates even more confusion. I’m still side-eyeing everyone and questioning who’s actually in charge, and I’m not sure if I love that tension or if it’s driving me slightly insane.
One thing I genuinely appreciated was getting to see Kayla on her own for a while. Watching her operate without the guys, pushing boundaries with the doctor, testing limits, and just unapologetically being herself — that was compelling. She’s sharp, unpredictable, and refuses to be controlled, and those scenes reminded me why I got so attached to her in the first place. There’s something powerful about seeing her stand on her own two feet in a world that keeps trying to break her.
But here’s where my frustration comes in: I hated how long it took for them to reunite. I understand the narrative purpose of separation — tension, growth, individual arcs — but emotionally? I was suffering. I just hate seeing them separated. The dynamic between Kayla and the guys is such a huge part of what made the first book explosive for me, and being without that connection for so long felt like something essential was missing. I kept waiting, counting pages, desperate for them to come back together.
The conditioning the guys went through in the first part of the book was also hard to read. It adds depth and context to who they are, and it makes their behavior make more sense — but it’s brutal. You really feel the weight of what was done to them, how much of their personalities were shaped by something cruel and deliberate. It made me feel sorry for them in a way I didn’t fully expect, and that emotional layer was strong.
What really hurt though was the ending choice — Kayla deciding to go without them. I get it, I do. It fits her character in many ways. She’s independent, she doesn’t want to be owned, and she refuses to let anyone dictate her path. But emotionally? I hated it. I want them together. I want the chaos, the tension, the morally grey unity. Watching them apart just doesn’t hit the same for me, and it left me feeling more frustrated than shocked.
Overall, this book felt very “middle installment” — expanding the world, deepening the trauma, setting up bigger conflicts to come. It wasn’t as jaw-dropping as book one, and the separation storyline dulled some of the intensity for me, but I’m still invested. I still care about these characters. I still need to know what happens next. I’m just really hoping the next book brings them back together and gives us that explosive dynamic again — because that’s where this series truly shines for me. 🖤