Page 59 of My Dark Obsession
Your mother-Isamu.’
What the fuck. What the actual fuck. I couldn’t make sense of it. The noise in my head was like a crowd of screaming people. She loved me. She had tried to keep me. My mother never wanted me to step foot in Wisteria.
Not once had she mentioned who my father could have been. Was he one of her Circle Mates? Was he one of the betrayers? Who were these trusted people that wanted nothing but power? My gut told me it was the White witches. Had they betrayed the leaders and made the realm think the Dark Witches were evil?
I needed to know.
One question kept circulating, had Isa known who she placed me with in the human realm? Her journal made me think she had loved me deeply. Would she have initially placed me with Lyal? If not, how did he come to have me?
She had wanted me to be strong, but how was I supposed to be what she wanted, what the twins needed me to be without having any way of harnessing this power within me?
I sipped the tea again, forgetting its disgusting taste as I shoved it back onto the side table.
“Not a fan of tea?”
I threw my book to the person talking without a single thought, using it as a weapon as I jumped to my feet, balancing myself on the huge bed.
“Firstly, you missed. Secondly, nice pjs.” Ziel smirked as he walked further into the room, leaning against the bedpost with his arms crossed and his smoke hanging from his lips.
“What the actual fuck are you doing here?” I snapped with my hands on my waist, still standing on the bed. It gave me more height and put me at eye level with the Death warrior.
“Can’t a guy simply enjoy the presence of his Mate?” He sneered, before picking the book off the floor, his brows raising at the title.
Fuck. I threw the book on Circle Mates at him.
Well done, Amaya.
I mentally gave myself a slap as I found myself staring into his green eyes. They were captivating and reminded me of the almost glowing moss in the cemetery.
“We aren’t mated.” I snapped.
“As of yet. I’m still undecided on that one.” He rasped around his smoke. He took it from his enticing mouth and disintegrated it with the flames at his fingers.
I stared at him in unease; he was deluded. He didn’t just get to decide if we were going to become Mated.
“I don’t even know you. Get out.” I said flatly, trying to shut my expression down. For once, it wouldn’t work. I couldn’t stop my frown or the way my mouth dried as he crossed his arms in that leather jacket.
He tutted as he began to wander around the room, poking at my dresser with the jar of tongues before finally standing and staring out the large windows.
“I’m looking for your dragon. I have some information I think he’d like.”
“He’s not here. Now get. Out.” I growled my annoyance at him. Who did he think he was? Coming onto my Mountain, my castle and enteringmybedroom.
He walked to the now empty bird perch and flicked it. “Birds are vermin.”
I was actually lost for words; this stranger, this man who I had spoken but only a few words to in the bar, was wondering about my room and poking at my things as if he belonged there. I stared at him with narrowed eyes as he picked up the skin book on acceptance.
“Ah, having trouble, are we? The answers are always clearer than we think.”
The fuck? “You don’t know anything about me or my troubles. Now get out before—”
“Ah! There he is,” he rasped, cutting me off.
Rí walked into the bedroom looking every bit of the big brute he was before he stopped in his tracks. His thick brows raised as he looked from Ziel to me standing on my bed. His red gaze travelled down my form as a grin spread across his face.
“Nice Pjs, Mo Chridhe.” He purred.
“Can we stop talking about my pyjamas and discuss why this man is in my castle?”
