Page 80 of My Dark Obsession
“It’s my Familiar, I think,” she muttered, clearly irritated with me as she bent down and picked up the remaining fucking tongue and gave it to the crow.
The moment between us was over; the strangeness of her chest pain and the strange trance I had fallen in from this bird had well and truly ruined the moment. I couldn’t work out what was with this bird, but something about it wasn’t right.
Her Familiar? Something about that didn’t sit right with me.
Twenty-Nine
‘To Keep Under Silence-Sub Silentio Custodire’
Amaya
Just moments ago I had been about to mate with another of my Fated Mates. His passion had been entirely different to Rí’s, yet just as amazing. Whereas Rí was warm and loving, soft yet firm, Ziel was about the mixture of pleasure and pain. The hunger in his eyes for me had been so incredibly fucking hot I couldn’t help the noises that had escaped me.
Although the passion between us had felt utterly right, I was kind of glad we had stopped. I hadn’t fully decided if Ziel was truly mine, because I didn’t know how I felt about him. He irritated me most of the time, angered me beyond belief, and made mewantto listen to the noise in my head. When I was aroundZiel, the urge to act upon my dark fantasies grew stronger, and I just didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing.
I couldn’t explain what happened with my chest, but all of a sudden, I couldn’t breathe. My chest almost felt as though it was being crushed; the pressure pressing down on me had been suffocating. Then as quickly as it had begun, it ended. It wasn’t any of my Mates. I felt them within my very being. This…this was something else.
Ziel now sat in the chair opposite Ravioli’s perch and watched him with the drug hanging from his lips. He seemed out of it; his usual nonchalant self was confused and weary, which was something I hadn’t seen on the Death Warrior as of yet. Something with Ravioli had really taken him aback. But what?
I looked out the windows at the sea below us, the crashing waves against the rock almost hypnotising with their back-and-forth motion. I had never seen the sea before. I had never left Bluewater Valley before Lyal had killed me.
My experience of life had only been from that small town with less than 2000 people and Lyal’s house. The abuse from both the towns people and that monster had been all I’d ever known. Yet now I had two men that called me theirs, a friend, a ghost butler and a pet.
So why did I still feel so cold and empty inside? Why was the noise still so loud in my head? Why was I still so fuckingtired?I knew that even with my boys by my side I would still have this empty void within me, because it had always been there.
No matter who forced their way into my life, no matter who became a part of my unhealthy obsessions, something was missing within me.
I was starting to wonder if it was my soul or heart.
My eyes drifted to the book containing the answer as to why the humans were protected by the Dark Witches. The humans were a piece of shit in my eyes. They were a waste of creation by their Gods.
Sighing, I looked back over to Ziel and his spaced-out face before picking up the book and sitting on my big bed, which had not so long ago been rumbled from our passion.
The book was thin so I was sure I could read the entirety before Rí returned home.
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I stared down at the book with a mixture of shock and dumbfoundment. The humans were so much more than anyone could imagine. Did the supernatural’s of Wisteria know the truth? Where the hell had Bri found this book? Within its very pages was the truth of why the portals had been closed, of why the Dark Witches did what they did. It was all here. Had Bri read it? Did she know?
“What have you there my Lady?” The ghost popped out of nowhere, appearing at my side with a tray of sandwiches resting on his gloved hand.
I said nothing, instead showing him the first page, waiting for him to go into more detail than the book could have provided. Instead he stiffened and his luminous glow faulted.
“Where did you find that?” he asked, placing the tray down beside me and adjusting his gloves as if he hadn’t given me that reaction. But I saw it, something about this book made him uneasy.
“That doesn’t matter. What do you know about its contents?” I asked with narrowed eyes.
“My Lady, that book had been missing for a very long time.”
“And now she has it. I know what’s inside. Amaya knows what’s inside. The question is there Jeeves…why the shiftiness?” Ziel asked as he walked towards us, his eyes also narrowed upon my ghost butler.
Ziel’s chest was still bare. His dark tattoos covering almost every inch of his exposed torso were a work of art. Each one looked as though they had their own story, their own telling of why they were placed upon his skin. Ignoring the clench in my lower stomach, I looked back to Jerry who did indeed look shifty.
I got off the bed, placed my hands on my hips and said “Jerry, what’s going on?”
The ghost sighed, his glow faltering yet again as he stepped back and looked at me with unease. “My lady it all began well, at the beginning.
“The first Dark Witch had also been the first supernatural to find her Circle Mates. When the Fates Above had spilt her soul and sent it between the realms far and wide, the Gods of the human realm had intervened. You see the Fates Above and the humanGods were family, siblings of the sort, whom both created their ideal beings and ideal realms. They declared that the Fates were cruel to do such a thing to their own creations. But the Fates Above didn’t think so. They thought they were helping the poor lonely supernatural. Her river of tears had brought them a feeling within their chest that they weren’t used to:
