Page 68 of My Dark Obsession
“I go where you go, Mate.” He ended the word with a pronounced ‘T’ as if mocking the word. Neither of us spoke; we both stared at each other in the mocking silence, his cloud of smoke drifting around the room and filling the space with a sourness that was beginning to make my noisy head fuzzy and muffled. I leaned in closer and inhaled deeply; my head was filling with its calmness, and it was oh so fucking peaceful. Who knew having a quiet mind was actually relaxing.
Leaning back down he slowly blew the smoke straight into my waiting mouth. I took it into my lungs, loving that my body was now loose and soft, just like cotton candy.
My eyes grew heavy as I stared at the Death Warrior over the back of the chair. And suddenly I blurted out a question that had nothing to do with my birth mother.
“What do you do as a Death Warrior?”
His brow raised and before my brain even registered what he was doing, his body blurred. His body thinned out and became nothing but bones. Before me, stood in Ziels place, standing in his clothes and leather jacket, was a full-blown skeleton.
The fuck.
Was I hallucinating?
Thick black vines slithered from between his bones and tangled in my long hair. One sharp thorn protruding from a vine sliced into my cheek. The trail of blood tickled as it ran down my pale skin.
I must really be fucked up because I actually found a skeleton sexy.
I cleared my throat and croaked, “Interesting.”
He snapped his bony jaw together and shifted back, licked the trail of blood from my cheek, gave me a knowing smirk and swagged back off to the armchair. Throwing himself down and resting his feet on a pile of books, he said, “You didn’t die. You were reborn.”
“How did the dead tell you?” I managed to ask; my heart had slowed down so much I was unsure if I was actually alive. That drug was so damned strong, I didn’t know howhewas alive.
“I’m Death’s Warrior. Everything in the Vale of Death is a possibility to me. You have a cemetery full of dead witches as your garden feature.”
He could speak to the dead. My dead ancestors had spoken to him.
I was jealous.
I couldn’t even deny it.
He sighed and flicked blue flames into the dying fireplace.
“Your mother, Isa, found her Mates the day she found out she was pregnant with you. They were wolf shifters, from the human realm. Apparently, they had a hand in finding your foster father, whom, might I add, will be tortured by my hands when we find you a way back to these boys of yours.”
“Okay, hang on there,” I said as I climbed over the seat and sat opposite him, leaning forward with interest.
“Her Mates were wolves, and they helped put me with Lyal? So they knew him? And what do you know of my foster prick?”
Had Lyal known I was a Dark Witch?
“They never mentioned that, just that the pack knew he would take you. Something about deals were made and your safety with the correct ending was involved. And I know everything I need to know about you Dark Witch.”
“The fuck does that mean!” Correct ending? Like my life had been panned out for me! This was insane. I chose to ignore his comment about knowing everything about me. No one would ever truly know everything about me. The darkness inside my noisy head would always be hidden.
He shrugged.
This was the most I had been able to find out, so I pushed for more. “But did they mention who my birth father was? Who betrayed them? Why did they shut the portals? What deal? With who—” He held his hand up, cutting off my many questions.
“Ask them yourself.”
“I can’t. I’m a fucking dud. I have no power,” I growled shocking myself at my frustration. I knew being unable to access this so-called power of mine had been annoying, but I hadn’t realised how much it had been irritating me. Truthfully, it was damn right pissing me off. How was I supposed to be this strong powerful Dark Witch when I didn’t even know how to access it in the first place?
He shocked me by snapping forward and gripping my face, pinching it harshly between his thumb and finger.
“You’re a fucking Dark Witch. Stop being so fucking weak.”
Weak…he thought I was weak. I was anything butweak!
