Page 23 of My Dark Obsession
“Come, we can visit the White library. Maybe there is a book on ye’re birth. Before the war, each birth was recorded.”
So he was just going to ignore what just happened?
“Why did the same thing happen with Cole as it did with you?” Iasked flatly.
What was with this man and never fully answering me. I could see by the look on his face he was about to avoid my answer.
I gave him my death stare.
Sighing again, he lifted the hanging branch for us to pass through and said, “Circle Mates can be more than one. There can be a Link, in this case Ye’. Sometimes there have been known to be two maybe three Circle Mates that all connect as one.”
Okay hold up, more than one Mate? Mates...plural? He was joking. There was no way that's what was happening. I was only just finding out there were entirely different realms full of shifters and magic and I was apparently part of it all.
I hated people, I hated to talk about pointless topics, and I hated to smile and pretend the people around me weren’t all sick in their own way with their lies and ignorant ways.
“That's not what's happening here.” Not a question-a statement-but there was no way I was ever going to accept having a mate.
“Wee one, Ye seem to be the first Dark Witch in eighteen years. The possibility tha’ ye’ aren’t just mated to me is strong. I knew tha’ when I saw ye’ eyes. I accept tha’ ye’ aren’t just mine.” He stopped walking and looked down at me, my emotionless face reflected in his red eyes.
“My dragon and I have been alone for so long; we welcome Circle brothers in our lives.”
More than one. The potential for three. I wasn’t made for this. I wasn't made for love. I didn't even know what love was. I didn't know how to love.
The boys were my obsession, my possessions. They were simply mine. I didn't love them, and I know they didn't love me.We didn’t have the capacity to love. Our obsession was enough.
Cole’s anger and loathing towards me and the fact I was a Dark Witch didn't bother me. I had been hated my entire life. One more person wouldn't hurt.
Right?
I ignored the odd ache in my chest and followed Rí further through the Wisteria trees. His tense shoulders and ticking jaw a sign he was agitated.
I only needed these men to get me back to the human realm. No matter what, that would always be my aim.
I couldn’t breathe freely without Elyas and Ellfyn, I couldn't live without them.
I would use Rí’s help; I would take their help. But that was all. I had no room or need for anything else.
We walked through the trees in silence before we entered a huge circle garden. More wisteria hung all around, some in pots, some trees and some climbing vines that looped and wound their way through a long narrow pergola that ran the expanse of a perfectly polished stone path. In the centre of the garden stood a huge white stone statue. It was carved perfectly, with sharp angles and soft curves. It was a cloaked man standing tall and proud. He was obviously important.
We veered to the left, coming off the stone path and walked through more trees.
“The head of the council,” Rí grumbled, the distaste for the man clear in his voice. Looked like the giant had issues with the people in charge.
“We’ll go through the back way; we don’t want people seeing ye’ eyes Wee one.” He walked through thickening trees. Slowly the wisteria thinned, and we eased through butterfly bushes that smelled just as sweet and floral as the trees.
The muscles in his back flexed and shifted as he stalked through the bushes, his large feet trampling through the lush greenery.
He was hiding me, keeping me a secret, like I was something to be ashamed about. He said it wasn’t an issue to him that I was a Dark Witch, but now it had been confirmed had he changed his mind? He had said he wanted Circle brothers. Perhaps that's all he actually wanted. He wanted brothers he could bond with, a family. I could understand that. Maybe he didn't want anything more from me than to find his brothers.
I reminded myself I didn't care if he wanted me.
I didn't want him either.
I didn't.
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After walking through more bushes and a dark looking alley, we entered an old stone building, its aged architecture a thing of beauty and history itself. It was one of those buildings that you just knew held ancient texts that held some sort of important significance to the past. And this was just the side entrance. I wanted to see what the main entrance would look like.
