Page 12 of My Dark Obsession
Again, true love was a creation of someone’s imagination.
The giant cleared his throat as his red glowing eyes searched my face. Whenever I spoke, he focused on me with his entire being, never moving, always fully focused. That was a first for me.
“I’m no’ a hundred percent sure on tha’, but why? Why would ye’ want to go back so much when ye’ were obviously in a bad position there?” His deep voice rumbled through me, causing goosebumps to line my skin. I don’t think I had ever heard a voice so deep before.
I had never spoken with someone like this before now, not including the twins of course. But something about the red eyed shifter man took my usual calm control and stamped all over it. I wanted to yell, I wanted to scream, I wanted to grip that thick hair on his head and pull.
Damn it, focus.
“My foster brothers; they need me. I won’t leave them there. They are mine.”
It was always hard to hold in the possessive obsession I had for my boys when I spoke of them. I pictured their blond curly little heads pressed together in the smallroom we shared, curled up in the blanket I stole from the church donation.
My stomach churned with its familiar coldness. I had wasted so much time.
My breath quickened again, once more taking me into a panic I was not used to. Twice in the space of half an hour, I’d complain about how embarrassing that was, but I could only think of my boys.
I needed them. I needed them to breathe.
My vision wavered as I sucked mouthfuls of air into my newly healed lungs, but it wasn’t enough.
I couldn’t breathe.
The walls were closing in as the ground reached for me.
My heart hammered against my chest as the giant’s warm strong arms pulled me into his lap, his warmth wrapping around me as the smell of cake and firewood filled my nose.
“Breathe Mo Chridhe.”
His hands slowly ran up and down my arms as I sat on his thick thighs. He was so warm, so big, so strangely familiar. The vibration of his timber travelled through my tense muscles.
I had to get off.
I pushed to my feet and wiped my sweaty palms on my pants. Closing my eyes I steadied my breath and told myself to stop being so fucking weak.
“I have to get back.” I repeated.
“Amaya, as ye’re Mate I swear to ye’, I will help get ye’ back to the human realm and get ye’re boys. I will protect ye’. But I will no’ be leaving ye’re side. Whetherye’ decide to stay here or there.” He stood up before me and held his fist over his heart before bowing low.
Damn. Chivalrous.
“Why exactly can’t I just go back?”
“The portals, they’re all closed. Have been for years. Tha’s why I don’t know how ye’ got here. But I swear to ye’, I will get them boys to ye’”
Portals? Is that how I got here? I would have remembered coming through a portal, wouldn’t I? Who was I to argue. I mean once I had my boys, I definitely wouldn’t be staying with the giant that was for sure. But there was no denying I could have used the help in getting back.
“So what now?” I asked.
He nodded and walked to the small shelf where he pulled out a pen and thick cream paper.
“I will send word to my connection telling him to meet us tomorrow. We find out how ye’re here.” He scribbled on the paper before looking back at me “And what ye’ are.” Just before he rolled the paper up, I just about made out the words
Owe me, so meet at the portal.
Has to be discreet and no involvement of the council.
Why discreet? And who the hell was this council? He obviously didn’t trust them. The question was, did I trusthim?
