Page 66 of My Dark Obsession
And a new question that had started to rattle around in my rather full head…
5: Who was my father?
Isa’s journal hadn’t mentioned my father; it had mentioned her Circle Mates but not who they were, and also not that any of them were my father.
It was time I pulled up my big girl pants, took a deep breath and found shit out. So my first stop was Isa’s journal. I needed to re-read it to see if I missed anything. Jerry had mentioned there were more of them.
Ziel settled himself in the chair closest to the fire and leaned his head back with his eyes closed, whilst Rí stood close behind me, his hands on my shoulder, comforting and warm.
“Are ye’ okay Mo Chridhe?”
How did one answer a question they didn’t have the answer to? Was I okay? Had I ever been ‘okay’?
Before I could think of an answer, Jerry poofed in with an armful of black leather-bound journals and placed them on the table in front of the love seat.
“My Lady, Lords,” he said whilst bowing low and poofing out once more.
Lords. As in plural. I glared at Ziel and settled into the seat after hanging the red-haired man’s tongue on Raviolis perch, noting the thick fog coating the entire cliff below us. It was as if the Mountain could sense my moods. I made a note to ask Jerry. It was confusing having Ziel here, making himself at home by the fire. I was still getting used to sharing myself with Rí; was I expected to just accept that Ziel was now a part of my life also?
“If ye’ are settling in Wee one, I will see to the bar.”
I looked up to Rí and his warm eyes and gave him a small smile. I still couldn’t quite believe it. This dragon was mine. All mine.
His low growl at my smile had it stretching wider before he leaned down and captured it with his lips. He kissed me slowly, sensually. This wasn’t rushed or filled with passion. It was different yet still toe curling. I pulled back slightly, and he murmured against my now swollen lips, “I have something for ye’.”
He reached into his back pockets and pulled out a set of black diamond earrings. They glistened from the candlelight next to him and something pulled at my chest. They were stunning and kind of matched the jewel nestled between my breasts.
“She doesn’t have her ears pierced,” rasped quietly over by the fire.
I hated the way Rí’s smile dropped, the realisation in his eyes actually hurt to look at. I plucked the earrings from his big hands and held them to my chest.
“That doesn’t matter. Thank you,” I murmured to him, ignoring Ziel and his annoying input.
“Ye’ won’t be able to wear them—”
Before he finished talking, I reached up and shoved one of the earrings in my lobe, piercing into the skin with ease. The sting was nothing compared to the look on my dragon’s face when he thought he had made a mistake in giving them to me.
I brushed Rí’s concerned hand away, ignoring his look of frustration at me causing myself pain.
But pain didn’t bother me.
I had lived through pain.
This was nothing.
I pierced the other ear and stood to look in the mirror on the dresser. They were beautiful. They hung heavy on my freshly pierced lobes and the bright red blood that dripped from them was almost enchanting.
My purple eyes stared back at me, and I froze. I kept forgetting that my eyes were purple. Not just that, but my hair was thick shiny and healthy, my skin clean and without bruising.
Would my boys even recognise me?
“Ye’ look utterly stunning,” Rí said in his low timber, making me shiver as he wiped the blood away before kissing each already healing lobe.
He left with a raised brow as Ziel, still in the armchair, and I sighed into the silence. Sitting back down into the love seat, I pulled a journal into my lap; it seemed Jerry really did know everything. I noted Isa’s messy handwriting across the first page. The pen had been pressed down hard, as if she wrote in anger. I brushed my hands down the page and closed my eyes and tried to picture her.
I came up with nothing. Because I almost felt nothing towards this woman. This woman who had indeedwanted me, who had obviously been betrayed in some way. I felt nothing because I had this feeling that she had purposely placed me with Lyal. Because if she did, then it was her fault that I was poisoned by a monster and in doing so, it made me into one.
To keep under Silence.
