Page 31 of My Dark Obsession

“Listen here child, your kind almost destroyed this realm, and in doing so, did destroy others and closed off our entire travel system. Thousands are dead and lost to us because of the Dark Witches and their greed.” One of the red-haired men sneered, his cold eyes stabbing me with his loathing.

“So you say,” I said flatly.

He sputtered in outrage as I fought the urge to grin.

The urge now becoming a regular occurrence.

They were truly pathetic. Thinking they could simply take over from the dragons and Dark Witches’ leaderships.

Thinking they could control what was never theirs.

I knew I wasn’t essentially a true Wisterian, but surely the people deserved to live as they pleased?

“Do you care to explain as to why the gentlemen we had lined up for you hand in marriage was tied to a chair and dismembered last night?”

The fuck ?

“You actually thought I was going to take some random man as my husband?” I could feel an odd vibration in my feet as the anger I had been holding back began to spill from the edges. Its white-hot burn was similar to the flame on my dragon’s tail.

My teeth ground together as I wiped my hands on my pants, digging my nails into the material.

“I want you to understand something child.” Fergus or Fanny, whatever their damned names were, stepped closer to me. Their cold eyes settled on my own as their lips curled in disgust.

Yeah, they really hated my kind.

“You do not have a choice in any matter. You are a monster. You are not wanted in Wisteria. We were kind in finding you a White witch. We thought it would simply defuse a situation before it got out of hand. You are nothing.”

Was he trying to hurt my feelings? Was I supposed to be tearing up and begging for their kindness? I breathed slowly to try and ease the boil that was brewing in my veins.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

The noise in my head became screams. It begged me to delve deep and cause this man to bleed. To make him hurt.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

I knew I was nothing. Being given a home and more people to protect didn’t change my way of thinking of myself. I knew I was cold. I knew I was different. I just didn’t care .

“You have waltzed around, claiming the Dark Mountain as yours, putting the last dragon under some sort of spell; it’s disgusting.” Mikhail chimed in, stepping beside the red-haired man, adding his own loathing gaze towards me.

The other man also sidled up, joining in with his lackeys and sneered, “The dragon is ours—”

Whatever they said next was muffled; they sounded as if they were under water as the vibration spread through my body. My teeth hurt from how hard I was clenching them and yet all I could think about was them claiming my dragon as theirs.

He was MINE.

I’m not really sure how it happened, but the wet tongue of the red-haired man speaking was hanging from my blood covered hand. My chest heaved as I glared at him through a red haze.

The garbled screams from his mouth were oh so satisfying as the other red-haired man grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him away from me. Mikhail stared at me in disgust and horror. The red that now stained the white floor and their white cloaks was such a better look than before.

“Say that again. I couldn’t quite understand you,” I sneered at them as I wagged the tongue in their faces.

“You’re a monster! You need to be controlled! You…you…”

“Fates Above what’s happened in here!?”

Ugh. There he was, Cole. The Council’s lap dog. No doubt he’s here to join in with their disgust.

Mikhail smoothed out the horror on his face, straightened out his stained cloak, and stepped back away from the garbled screams and me, the ‘monster’, well I had finally given in.

I had finally let the dark thoughts take over and fucking hell it was glorious. The hot spray of his blood, the screams and the horror on their faces. Finally I was able to be the monster I was aways declared as.

“Amaya, we have decided you will be placed in our pr—”

“My, my. What have we here?” The sour smell of a certain drug and the raspiness of its owner stepped from behind me. Mikhail’s face paled to almost as white as his beloved cloak.

“Ziel, this is not your concern.” He gulped, pulling his shoulders back to seem taller no doubt.

Ziel tutted around his smoke, his green gaze shifting to me. and raised a brow at the tongue dangling from my fingers.

“Everything about the Dark Witch is my concern,” he rasped.

I bristled at that. Why did this man get under my skin? He was irritatingly intriguing to me.

“Guess you didn’t like my gift?” He asked them as he reached over and wiped a splatter of red from my chin. The skin where his thumb touched burned, begging for more of his touch.

I took a deep breath and tried to ignore my itching back. Cole stared at me, something wild and unknowing in his usual stoic expression.

“By gift, you mean the hands of a well-respected Diamond dealer?” Cole asked flatly, never taking his eyes from me .

I raised a brow at Ziel and snickered. Looked like we both liked to take people’s bodies parts. Maybe he had the same noisy mind as I did.

Interesting.

“What are ye’ all doing with my Mate.” Growled behind me. The dragon’s torso pressed against my back, warming me instantly.

I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. It was starting out to be a good day. My dragon was here, I listened to my noisy head and now had a treat for my pet bird, and I had made a friend.

“Get out. GET. OUT,” garbled the tongueless red-haired man from his knees.

Party pooper.

Mikhail gave me one last loathing look before he helped his Councilmen to his feet and shuffled to a hidden door on the other side of the room.

“Well,” I started as I turned, hands on my hips and glared at my dragon and the Death warrior. “You just go ahead and dismember someone without me?”

“Dismember?” Rí raised his brows in question to Ziel, who shrugged and said, “I got bored.”

“What is wrong with you all!?” Cole yelled with his hands gripping his hair.

We all turned to him and stared. No one said a word as he muttered under his breath about misfits and doing as they please.

His eyes were dull, almost lifeless and his skin was sickly pale.

Whatever he was sick with seemed to be draining him.

“What’s wrong with ye’?” Rí asked what we were all thinking.

“You look like shit,” Ziel piped in as he lit a new smoke .

He ignored them and asked me, “Did you find anything in the Dead Village?” He rubbed his eye and scratched at his stomach before wincing.

“Nothing.” I answered quietly as I watched him.

Something was seriously wrong with him. Something off. My stomach churned. “What’s wrong—”

“Are you really that naive? Of course you found nothing. Access your magic first!” He threw his hands in the air, disgruntled and irritated as if we were naughty children.

He spun on his heel, heading towards the hidden door the Councilmen had left from.

“Acceptance is key Dark Witch,” he snapped as the door slammed shut behind him.

Acceptance. There it was again. Accept fucking what!?

“What crawled up his prude ass?” Ziel rasped.

I rolled my eyes and left the room feeling confused; why was I concerned that Cole was sick?