Page 49 of My Dark Obsession
I bared my teeth and growled at her.
“My mate can do as she pleases in our bar; if she wants to chop ye’re head off because ye’ touched what was hers, then so be it.”
That’s not what was happening...was it? I wasn’t claiming him as mine. Was I? No no. Nope.
I let her go with a shove but not before I let the glass slice into her skin. Just a little yanno?
“I wasn’t claiming you,” I said flatly as I looked to Rí, the glass still in my hand with my blood dripping to his deep wooden floor.
He threw his head back and let out a deep booming laugh. Others joined in as I stared at him in bewilderment.
What the fuck was he laughing at?
“Of course ye’ aren’t.” He chuckled once again before he pulled out a chair by a small empty table. Cece had disappeared and the bar had resumed their chatter and merriment. “Looks like I will have to cover the bar tonight,” he muttered as he looked around the room.
“I’m not apologising,” I muttered back as I leaned back in my seat, mesmerized at the slice in my skin as it slowly knitted itself back together. I wiped the blood on my jeans and ran my finger along the now healed skin.
That would have been so handy in the human realm.
I sat and watched as Rí bustled about the bar, filling glasses, chatting to the loud leprechaun and other shifters. His grumpy frown had smoothed out and he seemed…happy. I observed the room- the Circle mates were obvious, as they stayed close to one another, their constant touches and smiling eyes a sure sign of love.
It made me nauseous.
“Sickening isn’t it.”
I jumped in my seat as a deep voice rasped beside me.
I squinted at the figure hidden by the shadows as he leaned back against the wall covered in pictures. Thebright glowing cherry of whatever sour-smelling drug he smoked lifted and glowed brighter as he sucked on it, inhaling deeply before releasing the smoke and letting it drift over me.
Sixteen
‘Magnetic Pul-Tractio Magnetica’
Ziel
I had been watching her for days, never allowing her to see me, never allowing her to know I was there, always watching in the shadows. The Dark Mountain had allowed me to enter the portal and shocked me when the trees had been so welcoming. They had wrapped around my arms and snuck into my leather jacket like curious children. My deadly vines had slithered out and wound around their branches in their own greeting.
I had expected her to be weak, to beg the dragon for his protection and power, to cower from the Council and that dimwit White witch Cole. But so far, I had seen nothing but irritation and boredom. The distaste and anger that had soaked the air when she had spoken withthe council, my my, it had awoken a hunger within me I had to fight control for. The Council thought they could control a Dark Witch? It was laughable. And an arranged marriage? Oh I was going to enjoy the pain I brought to whoever that witch would be.
It seemed I had been very wrong about this little slip of a woman. The utter depravity I saw in her eyes as she held that glass to the wolf’s throat was mouthwatering. It seemed that perhaps the Fates Above weren’t so wrong after all. It seemed that they had provided me with a Circle Mate potentially as dark and soulless as I.
Did this mean I was accepting her as my Circle Mate? Absolutely not, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t watch the darkness within her unfold and spread through Wisteria. And it certainly didn’t mean that I couldn’t join her in the chaos.
“Why are you lurking in the shadow?” She asked, her voice huskier than I expected. I stepped forward and sat in the empty chair next to her. The Mayfeaver hung from my lips as I tapped my fingers on my knee. The exposed pale skin from my ripped jeans was almost luminous in the low lighting of the bar.
My lower back itched and tingled the closer I got to her. It begged for me to touch her, to run my hands through her long silky hair and claim those plump pursed lips.
“Not the talkative type?” She muttered as she looked away from me, surveying the bar silently.
“And you are?” I asked quietly as I stubbed the drug out on the table, the effects already leaving my system, the noisy bar adding to my noisy mind, the whispers that only I heard getting louder.
I tapped my fingers harder.
I tapped my foot.
Anything to ignore the whispers.
Kill them all.
