Page 29 of My Dark Obsession
I peeked around his arm.
“Amaya and Rí are hereby summoned by the White council for withholding valuable information–” the voice was cut off by Rí reaching forward, snatching the roll and spitting a flame at it, causing it to burst to light and burn within seconds.
Huh, guess he didn't like that.
“Tha’ son of a bitch,” he snarled.
Looks like Cole hadn’t kept it to himself in the end. He had ratted us out. That prick.
“How dare–”
“Ye’ and the council can fuck off.” He growled, stalking forward towards the two unfocused people.
They held firm but I could swear I heard an audible swallow.
I snickered.
Wimps.
The dragon man froze and slowly turned his head to look behind at me, his thick brow raised.
I shrugged.
“The council wants the girl. You can stay.” The men added in unison, a slight shake to their voices.
“My girl, they want my girl?” His voice dropped an octave, and the humid air became stifling.
This council wanted me, why? Because I was a Dark Witch? Well, fuck them. And fuck Cole and his white magic.
Spotting a piece of sharp glass at my feet, I picked it up, tested its weight and sharpness before gripping it.
The white-hot burn of it slicing into my skin where I held it was utterly delicious.
Something within me settled, the constant churning in my gut eased and my shoulders lowered. A calm unlike anything I had experienced before settled over me. I was going to slice these men up. I was going to finally feel someone’s hot blood that wasn't my own splash at my feet.
My face pulled and my dry lips cracked from the stretch. Was this smiling?
“What the fuck..” One of the men muttered before his blurred unfocused silhouette stepped back.
Rí looked back at me again, his angry expression dropping into one of awe.
“Fuck me, Mo Chridhe, ye’re fucking stunning.” Whilst he was distracted by well, me, the man closest to him took the easy route and reached into his pockets whilst Rí’s back was turned and lifted his arm to throw something at him.
I lifted my own arm with my own weapon and went to run forward.
Before I or the man could move any further, Rí’s large hand wrapped around his throat, and he lifted him into the air before he threw him across the empty street as if he weighed nothing.
Huh. Okay then.
The one who had eased back before, rushed at the dragon man who was baring his teeth in a wide smile as he essentially took on two men with his bare hands.
He was enjoying himself.
So I dropped the glass, stood back and watched. Because who was I to take someone's fun away? It would have been rude to do so.
It was like dancing, the ebb and flow of arms swinging, the side steps and spins. I hummed the Waltz of the Flowers as I watched him dance.
Just as the orchestra in my head reached its peak, Rí had obviously had enough and grabbed both the blurred men by their heads and slammed them together. Knocking them out and throwing them to the floor.
