Page 60 of My Dark Obsession
Ziel pushed over the bird perch and lit one of his smokes, inhaled deeply and nodded, “ah yes, Dragon, I have the address.”
Address? What was he on about? Rí’s face hardened as his jaw ticked. He prowled over, pressed a kiss to my forehead and took a deep breath from my neck before saying, “I’ll be back tomorrow. Get some sleep Wee one. We’ll work out how to get ye’ powers going then.”Nodding once more to Ziel he left the room with me standing there confused and slightly pissed off.
“Ahh, issues with the powers, is it?” He rasped.
“Get. Out.” I said through gritted teeth. His raspy chuckle filled the room as he strolled out as if he had all the time in the world.
There was no way that man had a piece of my soul.
No. Fucking. Way.
Twenty-One
‘Circle Brother- Circulus Frater’
Ziel
Rí snapped the White witch’s fingers with ease as he bared his teeth in his version of a smile. Standing back and observing his creativity, I smirked as Rí heated the room.
I was pretty surprised when Cole sought me out and handed me the paper containing information for the witch that was supposed to marry Amaya.
I drew in the Mayfeaver smoke and held it there in my lungs for five, four, three, two, and blew it out on one. Its drug clouded my brain, wrapping me in cotton and easing the anger I felt with the Council. They were laughable. Thinking they could take our Circle mate fromus. She was ours. Mine. The deep possession that burned through me whenever those big purple eyes looked my way was almost as dangerous as my powers.
I wanted nothing more than to claim her, to take what’s mine. My darkness could sense hers, withering beneath her skin, begging her to let it go.
I was going to teach her just that. To let it all go.
I’d had my doubts. I'd thought the fates were playing tricks on me, providing me a small quiet Mate that needed constant protection, but I was so very wrong.
Amaya was more powerful than all her Circle Mates; her dark magic was pure, strong and she just needed to accept it. Striding forward with it hanging from my lips, I blew the smoke into his face, watching as he coughed from its sour smell.
We had swiftly found the White witch leaving the council's other building, followed him to his large home a few miles from the Light city and tied him to his dining chair whilst he screamed and tried to trance us with his magic. Luckily for us, Jerry had provided us with charms that would rebel against any white witch's magic. That sneaky ghost had appeared at the Dark mountains portal as we made our leave to find the witch and offered them to us.
Amaya had sunk her lovely black nails into the ghost butler's heart, and he relished in being able to serve the Dark Witch line again.
The Mayfeaver clouded my mind more as I stared, now slightly blurry eyed at the White witch the Council had chosen. He was one of the top diamond finders Wisteria had ever had, spelling the diamonds intomagical objects and selling them for top coin in the light city. My lip curled in disgust.
Diamonds were sacred, full of pure healing magic that the Council used as more pull and control over its people.
Using my thumb and index finger, I opened his eye, pulling the skin wide to reveal the curve of the ball as it sat in its socket. Taking one last long draw of my smoke, I pulled it from my lips and pressed its burning end to the white of his eye. The sizzle of its gooeyness and his screaming filled my ears. It settled the noise in my head even more as my vines slithered from my leather jacket and curled around my hand holding the smoke.
The smell of his eye melting reminded me of singed hair. I watched the white goo drip down his cheek as Rí gagged behind me.
“Come on man. Tha's gross.” He rumbled even as he gave me a depraved smirk.
Sighing, done with my fun, I snapped his neck with a flick of my wrist and discarded the butt of my smoke on the floor.
We were all depraved, dark, deadly weapons, just waiting to unleash our full potential upon the realms. Amaya had awakened us from our endless dreary lives; things were just starting to get fun.
Fun. Huh, maybe the Fates Above did know what they were doing. And maybe, just maybe, it was time for me to accept the gift they had given.
I grinned wide as the dragon gave one last stomp to the white witch’s head, squelching it under his big foot, before he tore from the room and shifted into his dragon. He was obviously ready to get back to her.
I wasn’t going to hide our evidence. I had decided to leave it there for the Council to find. Rolling my shoulders, I looked around the blood-splattered room, and decided that actually, I was going to wait right there.
I sat in the recliner by the window, popped my feet up, lit a fresh smoke and waited for the entertainment.
Twenty-Two
