Page 19 of My Dark Obsession
“Cole is a White witch, a good one,” sneering as if it pained him to admit that he carried on. “He can work out how ye’ got here, and if there is a way back. He’ll also know what ye’ are.”
And what was that exactly? What was I? I had thought I was human. Yes, I was peculiar, I couldn't deny that. My morbid fantasies and my tendency to become obsessed with people, well let’s just say I'm not normal. But to be told I was something else entirely?
“Why did you seem shocked before, when I said I was human?”
“Because no humans can live in Wisteria.”
No humans? So everyone in that busy street we had just left was supernatural. Including that overly happy coffee lady, Bri.
Rí’s firewood scent grew stronger as he stepped closer to me. He towered over me with his broad shoulders and tree trunk thighs. “What are ye’ thinking Wee one?” He rumbled.
I don't know why I answered. I don't know why I kept giving in to his questions and his touches, but I found myself blurting out, “If I’m not human, then what the hell else could I be? I definitely don’t shift into an animal.”
And that's when I realised, he hadn’t been completely honest with me. The red of his eyes dulled slightly, his jaw clenched shut and he avoided looking into my eyes.
That bastard knew something and hadn't told me.
“Tell me,” I growled.
For the first time since I saw him in that burnt out village, the giant turned away from me. It pissed me off more.
“What aren't you telling me?” I snarled again. He had me hiding my eyes, had shut down Bri when she saw them, and now had us hidden in this clearing. He was definitely hiding something.
“I have my theories of what ye’ are. But I can’t be certain.” Turning back to me he ran both hands through his hair and gripped it at the top. His huge arms bulged, and I had to drag my eyes away.
He definitely ate his protein.
I gave him my death stare. The one I reserved for those I created my dark fantasies about. If he didn’t start giving me honest answers, I was going to have to put him on my list. And that was a damn shame.
“Ye’ might be a Dark Witch Mo Chridhe, not that it’s an issue with me. Ye’re my Mate no matter what ye’ are.” A Dark Witch.
Weren't we meeting a White witch? What was the issue with dark ones?
“Why do I need to hide my eyes?”
“Only the Dark Witches have Ye’ eyes. Purple eyes.”
“Right, so why do I need to hide them?” I asked firmly as I stepped closer to him. I poked his hard chest and pretended it didn't hurt like a bitch. The man was solid.
He wrapped his large hand around mine and held it to his chest. Trapping me to his warmth.
I held my breath.
There it was again, that warm tingle in my core.
“As I said, It’s no’ an issue to me. But the Dark Witches, they…they started the war. Killed thousands and shut the portals. Trapping all tha’ were in this realm on Wisteria. Cutting off everything from the other realms.”
Oh. Okay so I could potentially be hated by all and frowned upon. Same shit, different day.
Pulling my hand from his grasp, I rolled my eyes.
“Okay, so I may be hated so on and so forth. How am I a Dark Witch in the first place?”
“Ye’ said ye’ had a foster father, so you have birth parents somewhere. The question is, where? There aren't any Dark Witches alive. Well, except ye’ maybe.”
I had never known my birth parents and Lyal had never mentioned them. I could only remember Lyal and his stench. So were my birth parents’ Dark Witches?
“If that’s so, how was I in the human rea–”
