Page 98 of My Dark Obsession
My black mist was a person, a man.
It had followed me everywhere the second I had landed in Wisteria.
I couldn't form words; my lips were paralysed as was my body.
Lifting its black-gloved hands, the cloaked man lifted the hood from its head revealinghair as dark as night, long and silky-smooth down to his broad shoulders, and eyes so black and cold, I shuddered. His pale face was so utterly handsome I swallowed thickly, even as I internally panicked.
Something about this man made me fear...wellfear. I was afraid for myself for the first time in my life. I had always enjoyed the cold, the emptiness that sometimes clenched my stomach, but this feeling was like I was being consumed.
“I’ve been patient. So very patient, waiting for you to finally let go." The man calmly and slowly turned to look down at Lynal, still unconscious and covered in his own blood on the floor.
“I’ve had enough of waiting. Turns out I’m not a patient man.” Chuckling to himself, he looked back to me. His black eyes stared into my own as if he could see into my soul.
“Who are you?” I managed to ask. My heart pounded in my ears making it hard to concentrate.
Something about this man was terrifying.
He smiled wide at me, flashing perfectly white straight teeth. He waved his hand in front of him and his cloak disappeared in a puff of black shimmering mist, leaving him stood in a black suit and shirt so dark he would be invisible to the eye had the room been in its usual darkness. He was so damn handsome it should have been illegal. He radiated power and strength like nothing I had experienced before.
“I am your king. Your Circle Mate.”
No. No not happening. Another Mate? A King? Whereas I felt that instant connection to the others even if they were dicks to start with, this man gave me nothingbut fear: an unwelcome cold terror that still held me frozen to the stairs.
“No,” I squeezed out, unable to hold in the tremor of fear from my voice. I didn't want this.
I just wanted to be with my boys. But Rí and Ziel...could I leave them?
“Yes.” Kneeling down next to Elfyn, he ran a pale finger down his bruised cheek.
“Don't touch him,” I snapped, finally being able to move. I stepped down the rickety stairs, glaring at this stranger with a hatred I had only known for my abusers.
Tutting he stood back up, brushed invisible lint from his suit jacket and aimed those cold black eyes my way.
“Get out,” I bit out, as I stepped away from the stairs, gathering strength from the need to get him away from my boy.
He stared at me, the silence so loud I regretted my words. Who was this man, so cold and terrifying? So much power radiated from him, my own magic practically hid in fear.
“Who are you?” I asked firmly, trying but utterly failing to hide the shiver his stare gave me.
“Your king.” He answered with no emotion. Like that gave me any answers. I hated men that thought small answers were real answers.
“You said that. What king exactly? Why have you been following me?” I gave him my own emotionless mask, the one I had used my entire life, the one I permanently used, until Rí and Ziel. Until my Mates.
Tutting at me again as if I was a spoiled child, he circled me slowly, walking with a grace so perfect, he practically glided. His strong smell of ice and somethingI couldn't quite figure out filled my nose. Not once did he remove his cold stare from my face. He looked at me with such possession and ownership.
“I am your king. Your Mate,” he said stopping behind me. I froze once more as fear plummeted my heart, my chest ice cold as my stomach cramped with such a force my knees wanted to buckle.
One pale, ice-cold finger slid my long hair away from my neck as he leaned down and slowly inhaled before whispering into my ear.
“I own you. You are mine. I allow the others their share in you but ultimately, you aremine.” He walked back round so he stood in front of me. I stared at his suited chest, unable to look him in the eyes.
“I -No one owns me,” I whispered, barely audible to human ears. But this man wasn't a human- no he was something else entirely.
“Your curse, your poison, your darkness, yourpower. I. Own. It. All.”
Each word was spoken with such firmness as he used one hand to open the buttons of his suit jacket. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a black chain, thin and sparkling bright, even in the dull lighting of the basement.
My mark had not itched once, hadn't screamed for its Circle Mate. Not once had I felt its rope swirl in happiness at being found.
