Page 97 of My Dark Obsession
Gone.
I was going to fucking find her. And punish her.
I was going to bring her to the peak of utter pleasure before I splattered it with pain.
She was mine and sheleft.
“She went through. She did it.” Cole walked around the ruin in shock, his face pale as he looked to us.
“The Council, they have something planned. I wasn’t with it enough to understand…they have something planned to bring her to her full power. That...shit if she’s at full power, the portals will open. The human–”
“Fuck the humans! Our Mate is through there. If one hair on her head,one fucking hairis hurt, I will BURN WISTERIA TO THE FUCKING GROUND!” Rí roared at him as his skin rippled once more.
Unable to contain his dragon, he stalked off, pacing the sooty dust beside the stain-covered pieces of wood containing Amaya’s old blood.
“They planned all this. And we played right into their hands.” I concentrated enough to regain my skin as I pulled a Mayfeaver out. Inhaling deeply and long, I hoped the drug would cloud my brain enough for me to actually focus.
“If she’s the only one that can go through, then all we can do is fucking wait. She’ll come back; she’ll have the boys with her. So let’s prepare for their arrival,” I nodded to myself as I mentally planned for the arrival of two traumatized boys.
Clearing his throat Cole nodded back. “I’ll beg on my knees for her forgiveness, but you have to understand that none of this wasme. He did this to me.”
Flicking the remaining ash from my smoke, I pushed him against the blackened wall. “Youcrawlon your damn knees. She’s a fucking queen. My queen. And you’ll do well to remember to treat her like one.” My vinessneaked out and wrapped around his wrists, opening up his healing wounds from them last time.
“You keep saying he, he who? Who poisoned you?” Rí stopped his pacing and stood glaring at him, his canines peeking out from his lips ready to clamp down and tear into flesh.
Good, I’d fucking join him.
The words out of Cole's mouth next had me freezing. “Mikhail. It was always Mikhail. He killed some of the Dark Witches, took their magic for himself. I overheard him telling my father.” Fuck. Mother fucking fucker.
We all knew what he had to do to gain magic from the Dark Witches.
He slammed his head back against the wall with a crack. “I thought I was ill, weak, being part of the Council and their blood line. They filled my brain with poison, and I never saw what they truly were, not until it was too late. By then, I was already fucked, already their pawn to move.” Slamming it back again, he caused a wet smear of blood to drip down as he gripped his hair.
The Cole I saw and knew around the Light City was always immaculately dressed, well presented with a firm look of pure distain on his face. He looked down at anyone who travelled from the Shadow Land, even with him sneaking through for the good stuff Rí provided.
But this Cole looked every bit sick and deranged as I did. The scatty look in his eyes was bright with the sickness that plagued us all, smothered our souls and filled us with coldness. Chuckling, I stepped back, lit another smoke and stared at the spot Rí said the crack had been.
“We’ll kill them all. We’ll watch our Mate take her rightful place at the top of the pecking order and I’ll hand her their bones shaped into a damn bird cage for her little pet.”
It was as if Rí’s rumble summoned the bird. It flew down and landed onto my bony shoulder, curving its sharp talons around the bone and scratching groves. Beady black eyes watched me as I stared back in trepidation. Something about this bird was definitely off.Because there it was again, that pull, that void that wanted to swallow me whole.
Flinging itself from my body it slammed into an invisible wall of pure electric power before disappearing into thin air.
Fuck me. The crack.
That damn bird flew through.
Looking back at the two equally shocked men behind me, I pulled the Mayfeaver from my pocket, lit it with my flames, smiled widely, and took a big risk by slamming my own body into the Crack.
There was no fucking way in hell, I was leaving Amaya to face that monster once again.
Thirty-Six
‘Death-Mortem’
Amaya
“Hello Amaya.” The deep voice was calm, smooth and utterly terrifying. Everything within me froze. I couldn't move an inch as an ice-like coldness spread over me. The dingy basement became so cold, the dripping, dirty window cracked from the change in temperature.
