Page 64 of My Dark Obsession
“You have waltzed around, claiming the Dark Mountain as yours, putting the last dragon under some sort of spell; it’sdisgusting.”Mikhail chimed in, stepping beside the red-haired man, adding his own loathing gaze towards me.
The other man also sidled up, joining in with his lackeys and sneered, “The dragon isours—”
Whatever they said next was muffled; they sounded as if they were under water as the vibration spread through my body. My teeth hurt from how hard I was clenching them and yet all I could think about was them claiming my dragon as theirs.
He wasMINE.
I’m not really sure how it happened, but the wet tongue of the red-haired man speaking was hanging from my blood covered hand. My chest heaved as I glared at him through a red haze.
The garbled screams from his mouth were oh so satisfying as the other red-haired man grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him away from me. Mikhail stared at me in disgust and horror. The red that now stained the white floor and their white cloaks was such a better look than before.
“Say that again. I couldn’t quite understand you,” I sneered at them as I wagged the tongue in their faces.
“You’re a monster! You need to be controlled! You…you…”
“Fates Above what’s happened in here!?”
Ugh. There he was, Cole. The Council’s lap dog. No doubt he’s here to join in with their disgust.
Mikhail smoothed out the horror on his face, straightened out his stained cloak, and stepped back awayfrom the garbled screams and me, the ‘monster’, well I had finally given in.
I had finally let the dark thoughts take over and fucking hell it was glorious. The hot spray of his blood, the screams and the horror on their faces. Finally I was able to be the monster I was aways declared as.
“Amaya, we have decided you will be placed in our pr—”
“My, my. What have we here?” The sour smell of a certain drug and the raspiness of its owner stepped from behind me. Mikhail’s face paled to almost as white as his beloved cloak.
“Ziel, this is not your concern.” He gulped, pulling his shoulders back to seem taller no doubt.
Ziel tutted around his smoke, his green gaze shifting to me. and raised a brow at the tongue dangling from my fingers.
“Everything about the Dark Witch is my concern,” he rasped.
I bristled at that. Why did this man get under my skin? He was irritatingly intriguing to me.
“Guess you didn’t like my gift?” He asked them as he reached over and wiped a splatter of red from my chin. The skin where his thumb touched burned, begging for more of his touch.
I took a deep breath and tried to ignore my itching back. Cole stared at me, something wild and unknowing in his usual stoic expression.
“By gift, you mean the hands of a well-respected Diamond dealer?” Cole asked flatly, never taking his eyes from me.
I raised a brow at Ziel and snickered. Looked like we both liked to take people’s bodies parts. Maybe he had the same noisy mind as I did.
Interesting.
“What are ye’ all doing with my Mate.” Growled behind me. The dragon’s torso pressed against my back, warming me instantly.
I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. It was starting out to be a good day. My dragon was here, I listened to my noisy head and now had a treat for my pet bird, and I had made a friend.
“Get out. GET. OUT,” garbled the tongueless red-haired man from his knees.
Party pooper.
Mikhail gave me one last loathing look before he helped his Councilmen to his feet and shuffled to a hidden door on the other side of the room.
“Well,” I started as I turned, hands on my hips and glared at my dragon and the Death warrior. “You just go ahead and dismember someone without me?”
“Dismember?” Rí raised his brows in question to Ziel, who shrugged and said, “I got bored.”
