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 dress to her. “We need to find out

remember telling Grandmother Philomena once, but she

happening, and you saw me…”

her over. “Go change, I’m going to take

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

me, confused, before hurrying to the bathroom. I hear her gasp and I smirk, but it only

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

“My make-up…”

finish, tossing her one of my hoodies. I love the clothes they had picked out for her, but tonight I want her to

before pulling on the

those t*ts had to be

pull my hood up and lead the

middle of the woods to kill you. So

rate quickens, and

I mutter, locking the

not to focus on her lips.

always run, you might figure out a lot more.” I whisper back. My eyes are still cold, but my

see her eyes soften before she tenses. “Yeah…” She says

her wrist leading 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 if this

won’t tell me where

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 getting tighter, making it harder for her to

that you came out here so willingly when you can barely see anything?” I ask quietly. “I have done a

come to a stop. The trees open a little and she tenses. I

you feel that?” She asks in

you feel

in

Wasn’t that something only one of us Lycans could feel? I brought her here to see if she’d feel more at ease as I tell her what happened

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

powerful energy… but it isn’t…

but don’t know what is beneath it, but here

beneath our feet.”

looks around sharply. “Why have you

we see