Page 83 of My Dark Obsession
They would understand.
It was never my fault. I’msick.
They need to know, needed to understand.
They have to stop him. Before it’s too late.
I walked some more, falling over thorny bushes and brambles.
The flashing red sign of the King’s Liquor hurt my eyes, too bright against the night sky.
Why was I here?
“Haaay! Here have a drink on me!” cheered a strong Irish voice before a glass of strong liquor was shoved into my hands.
When did I get inside? It was too loud.
I swallowed the drink in one. Then drank another. And another.
Why was I here?
Thirty-One
‘Acceptance Of Darkness-Acceptatio Tenebrarum’
Amaya
Bri’s coffee shop was dark and empty. It was pretty late but no amount of knocking had her answering. I knew she lived in the quarters above, so where was she? After tutting at Ziel and his suggestion to just smash the glass and wander in, we made our way to Rí’s bar where I knew he was waiting for me. He had spent the day with the Bookkeeper, trying to work out exact dates of my birth and potentially a sign of who my father could have been. The butterflies in my stomach were new; the excitement of seeing the big brute had me picking up my pace.
The king's liquor was bustling with drunken misfits of all kind; Wolf tails knocked full glasses of purple liquor, big burly bear shifters growled their annoyance, and anorange haired leprechaun stood atop the bar pouring drinks.
The atmosphere was insane. It wasn't this busy the other night. There were crowds of people everywhere, and not one table was free of half-full glasses and chattering supernatural.
The fact that this now was completely normal to me was crazy. Just a few short days ago I had thought I was hallucinating when I saw a large bear shift into a human for the first time. Now, although magic was still very much new to me, animals shifting into actual people didn’t faze me in the slightest.
Things really had changed in such a short space of time.
I knew where Rí was without truly having to search for him. The scaled jewel at my breasts and both our Mating Circle and bite mark pulsed with his presence. He walked through the door from his quarters carrying a large crate of glass bottles full of his secrecy. His huge arms bulged with the weight. His nostrils flared before his head snapped in our directions, a tooth bearing smile lit his face up. Dumping the crate with a loud clatter, he prowled to me, grabbed my waist with his big hands and lifted me to his eye level.
“Mo Chridhe,” he rumbled before firmly sealing his lips to mine.
The possessive bitch in me preened.
The obsessive sickness swirled to life.
The introvert stiffened at the public display.
My mark swirled its happiness at being back in his presence. With Ziel close to my back and Rí plastered to my front, my insides screamed in need.
I knew it, knew the moment I explored my sexuality I was going to become an obsessed sexual deviant.
I mean come on; obsession was my entire personality.
Wolf whistles and cheers pulled us from our kiss. Rí grumbled and growled at them but I saw the gleam in his red eyes; he enjoyed them seeing I was claimed, seeing I was his. I didn’t mind too much; I understood the need to claim what was yours.
Grabbing my hand and shoving the slumped-over wolf shifter from a stool at the bar, he guided me to sit and said, “The Bookkeeper still found nothing, ye’ birth was not recorded. I got the old goat to check every birth recording book he had, just in case it had been put somewhere else.”
The news didn’t surprise me; I had a feeling a lot of things were hidden and kept quiet.
