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…

her as she stands up, still clutching her dress to her. “We need to find out

her head. “I vaguely remember telling Grandmother Philomena once, but she said it is

happening, and

nods and I look her over. “Go change, I’m going to

hurries to the closet taking some clothes. “Oh, and you might want

hurrying to the bathroom. I hear her gasp and I smirk, but it only lasts

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

“My make-up…”

my hoodies. I love the clothes they had picked out for

She murmurs before pulling on the hoodie

those t*ts had to be covered

my

to the middle of the

Her heart rate quickens,

mutter, locking the door after

She whispers, our eyes meet and I try not to focus on her lips. Reaching over, I pull the hood up over her

me. Maybe if you didn’t always run, you might figure out a lot more.” I whisper back. My

her eyes soften before she tenses.

one of the back entrances. I didn’t want

me where

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

barely see anything?” I

who you think will kill you? I don’t reply until I slowly come to a stop. The trees open a little and she tenses. I watch her

feel that?” She asks in a hushed

feel

in

she’d feel more at ease as I

what happens beyond the chamber to anyone.

energy… but it isn’t…

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

between us… the chamber of truth is right beneath our feet.” I say quietly

before she looks around sharply. “Why

my ordeal. What we see and experience