Page 28 of My Dark Obsession

What the Fates Above did not realise was that not every supernatural was lucky enough to find the other half of their souls, and so they drifted through their lives, forever missing their soul and the match that could have been.’

So my soul was ripped apart at creation, and scattered around until it found matches that perfectly suited me?

If that was true, then that would mean Rí, Cole and Ziel had a piece of my soul.

That they were perfectly matched as one for me.

Cole held a piece of me within him and yet he had shown nothing but hate towards me.

Was it because of what I was, or was it just…

me? I had gotten used to Rí and his kindness, his need to be around me that I had simply forgotten that people simply just didn’t like me.

I had never been likeable. And that had ne ver bothered me.

So why was Cole’s tired yet hateful eyes a constant thought?

Why did my chest ache just that much more when I thought of how he wanted me to be gone?

Sighing, I leaned back against my pillows and sipped at the sweet tea. I wrinkled my nose at the taste and put it back down.

“Is it time I gave Isa a true moment? Should I give her a chance to answer for her sins?” I asked Ravioli.

I could have sworn he nodded.

I began to read the journal of my dead mother.

‘The secrets we have to swim through are so many now. I don't know how much longer the ropes will hold. The trees weep. I weep.

They are gathering an army, forming plans against us. After everything...

It must be done; my sisters understand the sacrifice. We must do this before it's too late.

The portals need to close. But first I must find a way to hide her. My child. I sense her power; it grows as she grows within me.’

So it was them; her confession was clear as day. They wanted the portals closed. Who was forming an army? I pulled the journal closer to my face and read the words as fast as my eyes would allow.

‘My heart breaks to know that she will never know her true self, never know how much her kind and I love her .

Tabatheen has agreed, her flight is ready.’

Tabatheen and her flight…the dragons. Could this have been Rí’s mother? The words on the page were more hurried, becoming scribbles that were smeared as if from tears. I read on, vigorously turning the pages as my mind raced.

‘They blame us. US for the horrors. THEY are the ones that have brought this upon themselves.

Always so selfish in their need for power.

They want it all, but they can't have it. We won't allow it.’

The next few pages made no sense. She rambled on about death and the sick betrayal that had started all of this.

The utter devastation of the death of her sisters, of the two-day wait for their bodies to decompose before they could be buried in their resting place.

I frowned, confused. The last page was hurried, with a lipstick print at the top corner. A kiss.

‘My darling child, this is goodbye. I kept you from them for so long. I tried so hard to keep you with me. But I can do it no longer. The portals are sealed; my sisters, my Circle Mates are all gone.

All that is left is my love for you. So I bid you goodbye. I hope you live a long, healthy and happy life. I hope you stay strong to yourself. It's within your blood my daughter .

I hope you never come home to Wisteria Amaya, but I know you must. For that, I am deeply sorry.

Your mother-Isamu.’

What the fuck. What the actual fuck. I couldn’t make sense of it. The noise in my head was like a crowd of screaming people. She loved me. She had tried to keep me. My mother never wanted me to step foot in Wisteria.

Not once had she mentioned who my father could have been.

Was he one of her Circle Mates? Was he one of the betrayers?

Who were these trusted people that wanted nothing but power?

My gut told me it was the White witches.

Had they betrayed the leaders and made the realm think the Dark Witches were evil?

I needed to know.

One question kept circulating, had Isa known who she placed me with in the human realm? Her journal made me think she had loved me deeply. Would she have initially placed me with Lyal? If not, how did he come to have me?

She had wanted me to be strong, but how was I supposed to be what she wanted, what the twins needed me to be without having any way of harnessing this power within me?

I sipped the tea again, forgetting its disgusting taste as I shoved it back onto the side table.

“Not a fan of tea?”

I threw my book to the person talking without a single thought, using it as a weapon as I jumped to my feet, balancing myself on the huge bed .

“Firstly, you missed. Secondly, nice pjs.” Ziel smirked as he walked further into the room, leaning against the bedpost with his arms crossed and his smoke hanging from his lips.

“What the actual fuck are you doing here?” I snapped with my hands on my waist, still standing on the bed. It gave me more height and put me at eye level with the Death warrior.

“Can’t a guy simply enjoy the presence of his Mate?” He sneered, before picking the book off the floor, his brows raising at the title.

Fuck. I threw the book on Circle Mates at him.

Well done, Amaya.

I mentally gave myself a slap as I found myself staring into his green eyes. They were captivating and reminded me of the almost glowing moss in the cemetery.

“We aren’t mated.” I snapped.

“As of yet. I’m still undecided on that one.” He rasped around his smoke. He took it from his enticing mouth and disintegrated it with the flames at his fingers.

I stared at him in unease; he was deluded. He didn’t just get to decide if we were going to become Mated.

“I don’t even know you. Get out.” I said flatly, trying to shut my expression down. For once, it wouldn’t work. I couldn’t stop my frown or the way my mouth dried as he crossed his arms in that leather jacket.

He tutted as he began to wander around the room, poking at my dresser with the jar of tongues before finally standing and staring out the large windows.

“I’m looking for your dragon. I have some information I think he’d like. ”

“He’s not here. Now get. Out.” I growled my annoyance at him. Who did he think he was? Coming onto my Mountain, my castle and entering my bedroom.

He walked to the now empty bird perch and flicked it. “Birds are vermin.”

I was actually lost for words; this stranger, this man who I had spoken but only a few words to in the bar, was wondering about my room and poking at my things as if he belonged there. I stared at him with narrowed eyes as he picked up the skin book on acceptance.

“Ah, having trouble, are we? The answers are always clearer than we think.”

The fuck? “You don’t know anything about me or my troubles. Now get out before—”

“Ah! There he is,” he rasped, cutting me off.

Rí walked into the bedroom looking every bit of the big brute he was before he stopped in his tracks. His thick brows raised as he looked from Ziel to me standing on my bed. His red gaze travelled down my form as a grin spread across his face.

“Nice Pjs, Mo Chridhe.” He purred.

“Can we stop talking about my pyjamas and discuss why this man is in my castle?”

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.