His Dark Obsession

38. Voicing my Darkest Fear

EVANGELINE.

His words cut me like a sharp knife, and I look up at him.

How could he?

I didn’t reply for a moment, trying to remain composed, knowing we have many eyes watching us, and even with the music and loud chatter, they might overhear. So, I simply smile gracefully at Zedkiel and slowly pull out of his hold. I don’t think he understands that I am going to take this deal seriously. Absolutely seriously, and I am not going to do anything to mess that up. Especially something such as fraternising with another man as long as we are married, which can lead to problems in front of the court. and would not be ideal for the tournament.

“Nothing to say?” He asks, and I realise this conversation isn’t over until he gets an answer. His eyes are blazing red, and his anger only continues to rise.

“Let’s not do this here.” I whisper back, “If you want to talk l-lets take it outside.”

I’m scared to be alone with him anywhere, but he is going to ruin this before we even have a chance to prove we can do this, and to aim for that crown and my freedom.

“Let’s.” He says, his arm snakes around my waist, his hand painfully tight on my waist. He leads me out of the doors I had just entered. They swing shut behind us, blocking out all sounds of the merriment from within.

Zedkiel came to a stop, and I look up, only to see Sinclair standing there. His eyes are cold as they meet Zedkiel’s, and I realise they aren’t as beautiful as I once found them….

He just doesn’t look the same… I look at Zedkiel, with his delicious hot chocolate skin, and those eyes. that remind me of honey and jewels, which makes my heart sk*p a beat. He is beautiful. My heart thuds as I turn away, realising something with shock.

I have begun to feel something for him… How is that possible?

My heart thumps with this realisation and I look back at Sinclair once more. Yes, he’s handsome, but I feel

nothing.

“Out of my way.” Zedkiel snarls, bringing me from my shocked thoughts.

Sinclair simply looks at me before moving to his right, so he is directly in front of me.

“Of course.” He says, his eyes stuck on me.

I frown. Sinclair is making stuff so much worse for me. Does he not realise that if he makes Zedkiel angrier, he’ll take it out on me? Does he even care for me, aside from his own selfish reasons!?

I’m about to turn away when suddenly Zedkiel pulls me behind him, and I hear a resounding crunch and a grunt as Sinclair st*ggers back, clutching his bleeding nose that Zedkiel had just punched. My eyes fly open as they snap to Zedkiel, who raises his fist to his lips, blowing off imaginary dust as he glares murderously at Sinclair.

rough pull as he yanks me down the hallway until he opens a random door and pushes me inside. I almost stumble, just about catching

my own heart thud even louder and

need to listen before you

brow. “I saw

wondering where this strength is coming from. I clench my fists, hoping that I can hold. my ground. I’m tired

off… you might not realise it Zedkiel, but I am going to do my best, for your crown, and for my freedom. Why

all

me intently. “Care to explain why. you smelt of him, then?” He hisses,

in my ear growing. “Because just like you, he tried to manhandle me. You may

Oh, Evangeline… Goddess, you are such a mischief maker!’ A girl’s whispery laugh reaches my

not.

that Evangeline, it’s

matter, I’ll do

‘Promise?’

voice snaps me back to reality, and I realise he had just snapped his fingers

to calm my thumping heart. “W-what…

brow, scanning my eyes before he turns away.

both act like you own me, want me, yet you both only hurt me…” I trail off, realising that, that isn’t true… Zedkiel has defended me on several occasions

you think. Nothing I say will make you change your mind. Let’s return before we’re missed.” He replies coldly, turning away from me. His eyes are blazing as he looks at me over

bravely place my hand over his. The stark difference in our skin looks so beautiful…

alike… you’ve protected me many times too… whilst he… he hurts.

the door handle, and I

want to leave.” His voice is husky and low, and he pins my wrists to the door next to my head, his eyes raking over me. His words make my heart sk*p a beat, but no matter what, I don’t see myself wanting to stay… Yes, my body seems to want

his eyes shimmering red, but even then, knowing what he was capable of,

against his lips, but it only gives him access to my mouth. One that he assaults.

reminding myself that I can’t get too close, just in case something happens like last time.

his eyes become hard and emotionless again. I

says once

exhausted. The questions that some of the Lunas had thrown at me had been passive-aggressive, or indirectly insulting, and then there was Grandmother Philomena’s scrutinising

to me all evening. As for Sinclair, he and Celia seemed oddly fitting. He was with her, yet his gaze was stuck on me, and she gave

members, and then there was a court meeting. Ending with the signing of our official marriage

I nod as I slide my heels off,

has gained weight as the hours passed! I’m