Page 26 of My Dark Obsession
But Amaya wasn't a dragon, and she wasn't used to the ways of Mates.
So I had to grit my teeth, steal little touches where I could appease my dragon and fuck me...I needed to try harder. Because I could see my Mate was struggling. And I never wanted her to suffer.It seemed she had suffered enough for multiple lifetimes.
I sighed at myself, pushed the glass away and sat in the chair next to her.
“Tell me about them, these boys of ye’er’s.” If they were important to her, then they were important to me. If…no, when we got her to these boys, they would be a part of my life too.
She looked at me in shock, her wide eyes now a full purple, the irises bright and clear. Beautiful.
“They are twins, Elyas and Elfyn.” She spoke quietly, looking back to the flickering flames.
Her thick lashes fluttered as she closed her eyes, “One year ago they came into my life. They saved me.” Sighing and tilting her head to face me, she leaned it back against the chair.
“How?” I asked. I wanted to rage, to heat the room with my blaze at the thought of her needing saving, but I stayed calm. For her.
“I was weak, and I was hoping for the release of death. Them turning up on my birthday, standing together in the front yard. It stopped me. Saved me. Made me stronger. I was pathetic before. I thought my...Ithought because I was different, I deserved it all.” Her eyes met mine and held.
“I have only known my life in Bluewater Valley. Their lies, their ignorance and Lyal’s fists. I’ve been starving, worked to the bone and so badly beaten, well” …turning back to the fire she sighed yet again. I held my breath and waited for her to carry on. I needed to know.
My dragon held so still within me; we needed to know her story.
“He took it too far this time. He took me away from the twins.”
That was something my Mate wasn't. Weak. To have lived a life with that abuse, to have been constantly beaten and starved. And yet she still held her head high, still looked you square in the eye and gave you nothing. Because that's what people deserved from her. Nothing. Yet she deserved everything. And I was going to make sure she got it.
I stood, and extended my hand to her, “Come, there is something I think belongs to ye’.”
My palm faced up, waiting, hoping.
Her small hand slid into mine, hers pale and cold against my tanned and warm. My heart hammered against my chest as I closed it around hers, holding it firmly. I never wanted to let it go.
I thought by telling her to hide her eyes was for her benefit, to protect her from the council and their wrath. But my Mate shouldn't have to hide who she was.
Never again would I tell her to hide those beautiful eyes. They should be admired by all; they proved her strength, and they showed her potential power.
Because never before had there been a Dark Witch without power.
Nine
‘New Me-Novum Me’
Amaya
No one had ever asked about the boys before, no teachers when I had explained why I had been late, no neighbours wondering who the two boys were, no one.
And yet the giant did.
I took his hand, accepted his help to stand. His warmth had been glorious, my cold skin almost sizzled in his heat.
I let go as quickly as I held on, his now empty hand closed tightly before relaxing and gesturing towards the door.
I knew the bar was full of shifters and magical people alike. I could hear the clinking of glasses, the rowdy laughter and the high-pitched voice of that barmaid Cece.
The sound grated on my nerves.
“There are people downstairs,” I informed him. He had made it very clear so far I was to hide my eyes, and now he wanted me to go downstairs? I didn't know what this man wanted me to do.He carried on down the stairs and I followed until he was at the swinging doors. He shocked me by walking me backwards until my back hit the wall. The corridor was so dark the only light was his glowing red eyes. They shone brightly and hot.
He was so close; I could feel his heat through his grey buttoned shirt as I craned my head to look up at him.
