Page 90 of My Dark Obsession
“Awh, are we having a little family dispute,” the Siren Bri chuckled, unfazed by my current choking situation.
The vines left me in a pile on the floor, gasping at the sudden release as they whipped to her and wrapped her up in the same way.
“Tell us everything White Witch. Now,” Ziel rasped as I saw his body fully turn to skeleton.
Standing to my feet, I rubbed at my bruised throat as I choked out the truth, “The Council knew of Amaya; they knew she was alive. They have been waiting years for her to come through. Planned to get her to open the portals. They wanted her under their thumb, married to a White Witch and doing as she was told. But they weren’t expecting her to have Circle Mates.” I shifted my feet, unable to meet Rí’s eyes as I went on. “They planned the downfall of the Dragons, the Dark Witches. Everything was planned. For years. I was being controlled. Mind-fucked. He poisoned me, had me doing his dirty fucking work. Earlier, Amaya, she took pity on me and healed me. I remembered everything. Every damn thing.” I sighed and rolled the tension from my shoulders and looked to the old wooden ceiling. I was tired, so damn tired of it all.
The silence of the room had me looking to the Circle brothers. I could have been part of that. Their bond was now unbreakable; they were mated or at least bonding with their Circle Link and had stood by her from the start.I sighed again. I was afraid of their pity, of their anger. They exchanged a look between them; unspoken words and they came to the same conclusion. Whatever that was.
“Who–” The double doors slammed open, halting Rí before he no doubt told me to fuck off and die.
I froze as the Council walked through, Mikhail and the twins, Fergus and Finnigan, strolled in as if they owned the place, their pure white cloaks laughable in the dim, glass-covered bar.
“Get the hell out of my bar before I let my Dragon loose.” Rí stepped forward as he spoke oh so calmly: a sure sign shit was about to go down. Ziel stepped next to him, as his entire skeleton burst to blue flames. The room heated with both their anger.
Looking over athimI swallowed the lump in my throat. The fear that crawled up my spine and sent chills skating along my flesh was undeniable. I may have been finally free off the effects of whatever poison he pumped into my body, but the memories were still there. They were always going to be there.
Amaya was strong, so I needed to be. If I wanted to prove to her that I could be a worthy Mate, I needed to buck the fuck up. Decision made; I stepped to the other side of Rí and stared down the Council. My magic brewed within me, ready to be summoned.
“Now, now Misfits, we aren’t here for a fight.” Finnigan nodded to Bri and then to me. Finnigan smiledwide and fake as ever. “We are just here for our property.”
My brows shot up high. Property? If I was anyone’s, it was going to be Amayas.“I'm not your property. I’m where I belong. Leave.” I bit out.
“Don’t be stupid boy.” He bit out, his calm facade snapping as he stepped towards me, his hands glowing in his usual sign of magic about to whip out at me.
“I. Said. Get. Out.” Rí’s dragon growled as his canines grew once more. His height increased as his muscles rippled, ready to rip apart and become one with his dragon.
Fergus grabbed Bri by the scruff of her neck and started to drag her away, the bruising around his healing mouth left over from Amaya’s anger. Mikhail stood still, his eyes never leaving mine as Finnigan snapped a final, “You stay here boy, and we won’t protect you.”
Scoffing, I raised my hand and gave him the finger, “Eat shit.”
“Where the fuck do you think you’re taking her?” Ziel rasped as they continued to drag the Siren from the bar.
“My granddaughter is no concern of yours, Warrior.” Mikhail snarled before turning and leaving the bar.
Thirty-Four
‘Familiar Weakness-Nota Infirmitatem’
Amaya
The portal crackled with power. I hadn't even summoned my own magic and yet my hair stood on end, and my arms gathered goosebumps as my heart slammed against my chest. I didn’t know why I was so nervous; I had spent my entire time in Wisteria looking for a way back and it was right here the entire time. I could have gone straight back through.
Shaking my head as I observed the small crack between realms, I sighed. I couldn't think like that, not now anyways. I had two Mates, two strong men that were now mine. I had a home for the first time in my entire life. I had a history there, aplace to belong.
The black mist in the corner of my eye swirled closer, edging me towards the crack as I stepped away in shock.
What the fuck?
It had never done that before. Stepping away from the crack, I wiped my hands on my pants. I really needed to figure out what the hell the black mist was, but for now, I needed to work out how to actually get myself through the portal. The crack was barely visible to the eye; the vibration of magic from it was strong but it definitely wasn’t big enough to simply walk through.
“Go watch my men for me?” I asked Ravioli as he watched me from his perch atop a fallen wooden beam.
Taking one deep breath and squeezing my eyes shut, I did the only thing I could think off-I threw myself at the crack.
The air ripped from my lungs; my face bled from the tiny pinpricks of needles that stabbed along my bare skin. I was compressed and squeezed through space and time. I couldn’t gasp, couldn’t scream in agony. I was nothing but an object now misshapen and abused. This was no portal between cities; no, this was a painful shove between entire worlds, realms apart.
I slammed to the ground with a thud. Bones crunched and snapped as my head bounced back from the cold concrete floor. The familiar smell of damp and blood filled my nose.
