Page 22 of My Dark Obsession

‘Magnetic Pul-Tractio Magnetica’

Ziel

I had been watching her for days, never allowing her to see me, never allowing her to know I was there, always watching in the shadows.

The Dark Mountain had allowed me to enter the portal and shocked me when the trees had been so welcoming.

They had wrapped around my arms and snuck into my leather jacket like curious children.

My deadly vines had slithered out and wound around their branches in their own greeting.

I had expected her to be weak, to beg the dragon for his protection and power, to cower from the Council and that dimwit White witch Cole.

But so far, I had seen nothing but irritation and boredom.

The distaste and anger that had soaked the air when she had spoken with the council, my my, it had awoken a hunger within me I had to fight control for.

The Council thought they could control a Dark Witch?

It was laughable. And an arranged marriage?

Oh I was going to enjoy the pain I brought to whoever that witch would be.

It seemed I had been very wrong about this little slip of a woman.

The utter depravity I saw in her eyes as she held that glass to the wolf’s throat was mouthwatering.

It seemed that perhaps the Fates Above weren’t so wrong after all.

It seemed that they had provided me with a Circle Mate potentially as dark and soulless as I.

Did this mean I was accepting her as my Circle Mate? Absolutely not, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t watch the darkness within her unfold and spread through Wisteria. And it certainly didn’t mean that I couldn’t join her in the chaos.

“Why are you lurking in the shadow?” She asked, her voice huskier than I expected.

I stepped forward and sat in the empty chair next to her.

The Mayfeaver hung from my lips as I tapped my fingers on my knee.

The exposed pale skin from my ripped jeans was almost luminous in the low lighting of the bar.

My lower back itched and tingled the closer I got to her. It begged for me to touch her, to run my hands through her long silky hair and claim those plump pursed lips.

“Not the talkative type?” She muttered as she looked away from me, surveying the bar silently.

“And you are?” I asked quietly as I stubbed the drug out on the table, the effects already leaving my system, the noisy bar adding to my noisy mind, the whispers that only I heard getting louder .

I tapped my fingers harder.

I tapped my foot.

Anything to ignore the whispers.

Kill them all.

Let your flames go.

Strangle the life out of them.

Swallow their soul—

“Why are you sitting with me?” She asked making me raise my brows at her.

“Should I not?”

“I don’t think many are happy that I’m a Dark Witch.” She still hadn’t looked back at me, her purple eyes were looking at others, assessing those around her.

“That doesn’t bother you,” I stated. It would bother most others, but not her, not me.

And certainly not her dragon. I knew he knew I was sat there; he couldn’t take his eyes off her for long.

Constantly watching her. I knew he had sensed me watching her from the trees on the Dark Mountain.

There wasn’t much that dragon missed, especially when it came to the small woman next to me.

If he sensed me there, he knew I was connected to them both, which was the only reason he hadn’t stormed over here and tried to rip my body in half.

I lit the tip of my finger in my blue flame and held it over the candle in the glass jar on the table. Allowing more light to fill our space.

Her silence was refreshing. Two questions and she had gone back to her silent observation; she hadn’t felt the need to ask more. I wanted her to ask more. I wanted her curiosity, and I wanted those purple eyes on me damn it.

I tapped my fingers more insistently along my knee .

Release your flaaaaaames.

I reached into my pocket, lit another smoke, inhaled deeply and held it with my eyes closed.

I let the drug smother my brain in cotton candy and reduce the voices.

Opening my eyes, I tilted my head in her direction.

And there they were, those big deep purple eyes.

Her thick black lashes surrounded the deep orbs; her perfectly arched brows were crinkled as she frowned at me.

She nibbled at that lower lip; I wanted to bite it.

I wanted to draw her blood and taste it.

She shocked a small laugh from me when she muttered, “I can see why your voice is so raspy if you smoke this often.”

When was the last time I had laughed? Had I even laughed before? I wonder how she would react if she knew that my voice was raspy from losing control of my flames and permanently burning my vocal cords

“You don’t care how much I smoke.”

She sighed and blinked those purple eyes at me.

“What are you? A shifter? You don’t seem dickish enough to be a White witch,” she said flatly.

I smirked and blew the smoke from my lungs, “Didn’t your mama ever tell you not to ask what people were?”

“She’s dead.”

I nodded, noting the still flat expression. Of course she was dead. The only living Dark Witch sat next to me, enticing me, making me want things I shouldn’t.

“I’m a Mors Flamma.” I told her, knowing what she would ask next.

“Which is?” She raised her brow and turned more in her seat, giving me her full attention now she was getting information .

“Death’s warrior.”

She leaned towards me, intrigued.

“Death’s warrior? So you know Death?” Something flashed in her eyes, an interest I hadn’t yet seen from her. The spark that burst to life at the mention of Death peaked my own curiosity.

“Death left us all when the portals closed.”

Her frown deepened just as a drunken bear collided with her chair, tipping it back and taking her with it. I moved without thought, grabbed her waist and lifted her to her feet all whilst wrapping my vine around the bears ankle and throwing him across the room with a loud crash.

The mark on my lower back zapped me with electricity just as she arched and gasped in my hands, her eyes flashing to my own before she ripped herself from my arms and fell to the floor whilst yelling.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

The drunk bear roared his irritation at me, and I grinned. I was brewing for a fight. And what better time than now.

I stalked forward, wrapped my vines around his body and threw him to the street.

I rolled my shoulder, inhaled deeply on my smoke and allowed the change to take over. Smoke expelled slowly through each gap of my bones as my skeleton form stood in my glowing blue flame.

I had been stupid revealing myself to her. It had been weak of me.

Now that our skin had touched, my mark had awoken on her back and the pull would be even stronger .

I now just needed to decide if I was going to continue to fight it and watch her from the shadows…

Or take what was now rightfully mine.