Page 57 of My Dark Obsession
Instead of going down the darkened steps to my room, I veered right and walked down a dimly lit corridor. More paintings lined the walls, and floating candles dripped their wax onto the pristine stone floor and the black runner. I turned so many corners I was pretty sure I had gotten myself lost before a curved stairway suddenly lit up with more dripping candles.
“How daunting,” I grinned as I ran my hand along the dried wax on the walls.
I came to a circular room, full of glass cabinets and sturdy shelving that curved with the walls, each one containing objects I couldn’t even identify. Glass jars were filled with liquid and what looked like fingers and tongues floating about. I raised my brows as I moved through the room. In the centre stood a lantern holding an opened book. Its thick cream pages were filled with drawings, detailed descriptions of spells, amongst so much more that I could barely understand. I closed the book searching for a title but all it read was ‘Sub Silentio Custodire’.
To Keep under Silence. Just like the front door. But why? What needed to be kept in silence? Was this what witches called a Grimoire? Was I holding the very thing that guided all the Dark Witches before me?
I carefully opened the book and turned the first page and read aloud “Acceptance is key. Embrace it.”
“Lady Amaya.” I jumped and slammed the book shut before spinning around to stare wide-eyed and guilty at the ghost. He stood with his hands behind his back by the stairway and his dress shoes shining in the candlelight.
“I wasn’t snooping.”
I was a liar. I absolutely was snooping.
“You cannot snoop in things that now belong to you.”
Right, of course. The castle was mine. I picked up the book and held it close to my chest. This book was important. I could feel it. The buzz in my veins and the vibrations in my chest were reacting to it somehow.
“In that case, I think I’ll take this to my room.” I stepped towards the stairs when the book whipped from my hands and landed back onto its stand.
“The Dark Grimoire tends to like it down here My Lady.”
Sighing I nodded and left the little circle room, but not before grabbing myself a glass of floating tongues and the promise to come back and read the entire Grimoire.
Grinning at my little gift to myself, I made my way to my room and asked Jerry who glided beside me. “I need to harness my magic. How? If I was born a Pure-blooded Dark Witch, how can I not simply just use it? Shouldn’t it be second nature by now?”
We only walked down one corridor and took one corner before we were back at the foyer. I frowned in confusion at the corridor. Why the fuck did it take me so long to get there?
I sat on the big bed and noticed Ravioli watching me from his new perch. His beady eyes tracked my movements as I shuffled to get comfy.
“You will understand all eventually My Lady. I cannot give you the answers. Part of being a Dark Witch is figuring out the secrets to simplybeinga Dark Witch.” He lifted the duvet and folded it over before laying a set ofsilk pyjamas next to me. I changed without a thought. The silky material glided across my still sensitive skin. I sat back against the thick pillows and the ghost tucked me in the bed like a child, patting the sides down smoothly before a steaming cup of what smelled like sweet tea appeared in his hand.
The man spoke in damn riddles. And why was he putting me to bed? I frowned and was about to ask just that when he suddenly beamed at me, his eyes shining down at me behind his little spectacles. “Oh! And a congratulations on your first Mating! I assume Lord Rí will be back shortly?”
Lord Rí? “Uh, yeah,” I muttered, still slightly confused with what was happening.
He nodded and finished with his fussing and said, “now drink the tea. You have a visitor in the morning I believe? I’ll make sure to have some tea and perhaps coffee made for you both.”
“What?” I was so fucking confused.
“Bri, My Lady, her note? I gave it to Ravioli to bring to you. The Mountain will allow her entry if youtruly desireit,” and with a poof he was gone, leaving me with more questions than before and utterly dumbfounded to what just happened.
I just got tucked into bed by a ghost. Shaking my head I bent down, lifted the mattress and pulled the two books I had hid there.
So if I truly desired the person to enter, the Mountain would allow it? Was the mountain somehow connected to me? I looked at the books in my hands and decided the only way for me to get answers was to find themmyself. Opening the book on Circle Mates I began to read.
‘The Fates Above created the link between soul-bonded Mates when the first supernatural felt the loneliness of life.
After millennia alone, the tears of the supernatural created a river, and in this river swam the need and wants of a lonely soul.
The cries caused the river to overflow, and the Fates Above decided for the first time in their creation, that it was time to intervene.
They wanted the supernatural to have someone to spend their immortal life with, someone well matched with similar wants and needs.
In their search for this match, they delved deep into the soul of the lonely supernatural.
At first, they were unsuccessful, which angered the Fates Above and caused them to argue. They had different ideas as to what would help the supernatural and so they split the soul, each taking their own ideas and separated into separate realms.
