His Dark Obsession

39. A Connection

ZEDKIEL.

I stare at her, my heart rate quickening. Of all things, I wasn’t expecting her to say that… but her words shook me and not because of the reason behind her fear of me, but because it aligned with what occurred in the Chamber of Truth. The ominous warning that took place at my Blood Ritual, to kill the woman with hair as dark as night, skin as pale as snow and eyes the colour of the bird of night…

I would end up killing her? I scrub my hand down my face, trying to remain emotionless.

I look at her as she sits there, trying to stifle her tears; I can’t imagine myself killing her… Not her. Anyone but her.

But I’ve already hurt her before… My Lycan is always fighting to come forward when she is around, wanting to devour her… but I know that despite that, I wouldn’t have hurt her the other night. When I drank. her blood, it was her ripping away that had caused her that injury.

I push the thoughts away, needing to focus on what she had just said. These dreams, my omen… There. has to be more to this, a way to stop that from happening

A part of me wants to reassure her that it’s going to be ok, that I won’t hurt her, but can I guarantee that? Deep down I couldn’t, regardless of everything that has or hasn’t happened I couldn’t give her my word. I slowly crouch down in front of her, placing my hand on her knee.

“Evangeline.” Her heart thumps as she looks at me, she’s smudged her eye makeup, and she looks even more like a panda now… “Look. I don’t know what to make of your dream…. but I know I wouldn’t intentionally kill you…”

The flash of fear in her eyes tells me she’s thinking exactly the same thing as me. Who knows what I’d do when I wasn’t in my right mind?

I sigh quietly, watching the black marks of her makeup mixing with her tears as she wipes her face, making them even worse. It is obvious she doesn’t wear makeup much because she’s either forgotten. about it or she just doesn’t care. “Nothing I say will reassure you when even I don’t trust myself… however … there’s something about you…”

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That makes me want to keep you close forever, but I don’t say that to her. I can’t.

“You’re not angry?” She asks, almost as if that in itself shocks her. She watches me as she wipes her tears.

away.

Can you be angry at a panda in a red dress? I smirk slightly and stand up.

“No, I appreciate you sharing that. We need answers… I feel your dream connects to my Ritual…”

“Ritual?” She asks.

I didn’t tell anyone about that night. We aren’t really meant to discuss it in detail… but why do I feel like there’s more to us… between us…

“We need to find out why you have those dreams

her head. “I vaguely remember telling Grandmother Philomena once, but she said it is just a silly dream and I should pay

happening, and you saw

“Go change, I’m

some clothes. “Oh, and you might want

the bathroom. I hear her gasp and I smirk, but

the thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I walk to the closet and remove my suit and instead pull on some sweatpants and a hoodie. She steps out of the bathroom; her face is now free of makeup, her cheeks are flushed, and strands of her black hair are stuck to

“My make-up…”

of my hoodies. I love the clothes they had picked out for her, but tonight I want her to keep a low

pulling on the hoodie over the

those t*ts had to be

we going?” She asks when I pull my hood up

middle of the woods to

quickens, and I hear her

was a joke,” I mutter, locking the

to focus on her lips. Reaching over,

me. Maybe if you didn’t always run, you might figure out a lot

eyes soften before she tenses. “Yeah…” She

her down a side hallway. We’d take one of the back entrances. I didn’t want anyone to see where we were going. I don’t even know

tell me where we’re headed?” She

to come out of her shell. Slowly but surely. I look away and answer her. “You’ll see.” Fifteen minutes later we are walking through the woods and the trees are

see anything?” I ask quietly.

kill you? I don’t reply until I slowly come

She

feel something?”

in

feel? I brought her here to see if she’d feel more at ease as I tell her what happened in the Chamber of Truth… the chamber that was right beneath this very

was that we cannot utter what happens beyond the chamber to anyone. Not that I think an omen such

but

don’t know what is beneath it, but here is a wolf-less woman that can sense the same energy

the chamber of truth is right beneath our feet.” I say quietly as

widen before she looks around sharply.

you about my ordeal. What we see and