His Dark Obsession

52. Reaching Him

EVANGELINE.

“Listen to me!” I cry, gripping his upper arms as the water soaks us both. My chest

grazes against his and I don’t miss the way his eyes, even full of anger rake over my

breasts, making my stomach flutter.

I know I have made him angry, and I don’t know how he found the phone, but I have to

get through to him. He slams me against the wall, making me gasp as pain shoots

through my back and neck. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to clear the shampoo from

them.

“I’m done listening.” He snarls, and for a moment his forehead touches mine, his nose

brushing against mine and our hearts are pounding as one. But the moment our eyes

meet, he suddenly lets go of me and turns away.

Is he going to go after Sinclair? Fear envelops me and before he can even step out of

the shower, I wrap my arms around him from behind. It’s not about Sinclair, but what this

could mean for us all. The tournament, and then Grandmother Philomena and Alpha

Aeron, would be devastated too. 2

“Please listen,” I whisper, my heart thumping as he grabs my wrists, tearing them off him.

I can feel the sting of tears washing away the soap from my eyes. He’s almost at the

door, and I know I need to speak

now.

“You can leave Zedkiel, but first you owe me to at least listen. I never called him! Or

turned that phone on! Believe me! You can look for yourself; not once did I make a call or

send a message.”

I don’t know where the strength to speak up came from, but I know if he walks out that

door, there will be things that we aren’t going to be able to fix. He has a temper; he loses

control but deep down past that feral rage of his, he did try with me and so I need to try

with him.

“Please Zed, I promise you I forgot about the phone being there!”

He pauses, his hand on the door frame, and I can feel the anger radiating off him. Not

caring that I’m naked, I bravely step closer and take hold of his upper arm. His jaw is taut

as he glares into the bedroom. His chest is rising and falling, but at least he’s listening.

“When I went to the shops with Lucia, he snuck up on me when I went to the changing

rooms. I was terrified that I’d get caught and get in trouble, so I took the phone, but not

once have I turned it on. I know I should have gotten rid of it but I promise I didn’t want

anything to do with him. Please believe me Zedkiel.” I plead, I’m telling the truth. I’m

trying to fix this.

“The changing rooms. Why am I not surprised.” His eyes flash as he turns towards me,

and I can see the possessiveness mixed with rage in them.

“He was already there when I entered. Nothing happened Zedkiel, I promise.” I don’t

know why, but I’m desperate for him to believe me. 2

He pinches my chin between his fingers, and I try not to whimper in pain as he jerks my

head upwards. He tilts his head, his eyes raking over me. “How low will you fall and

for me to not step out and

feel a flash of irritation and pain rush

told you I don’t care for him. I gave myself to

proof?” I whisper,

hurt.

right?” He says

with the thumb of his other hand.

It’s

could rip through

look up at him, “Yes it

But…

so let’s not act so

killing Sinclair will satisfy you, then I can’t

a poor move. I don’t care for him, nor do I miss him but if

you’re set on believing, then there’s nothing I can say that

second to

I say quietly as I grab his wrist and slowly tug

My eyes are stinging and I just want to go wash them

say anyway. 3

tried… the rest is up to Zedkiel. I turn away from him and step back into the

the few stray tears that escaped. They’re burning now… I let

wash away the rest of the soap. The tears were only a few and I wonder when

crying over every little thing?

I know he’s still here… I can feel his rage and hear the

obviously struggling with what to

switch the water off, looking at his rigid back. He’s

a towel. I need to talk to his

need to work

mean? I

he has the

to and is the only one who can

things he

and he

with red eyes that feel extremely tender thanks to the shampoo. I quietly walk

and into the bedroom, grabbing satin shorts and a matching cami; I

comb through

suffocating, but although it looks

on his Lycan… I simply plan to pretend to sleep until he falls

I just hope he doesn’t

paying attention to Zedkiel, who takes off his sweatpants

staring at his a*s in those fitted

him to catch me staring

head. I stay there relaxing my breathing and

react as the blanket is pulled slightly, and I

body behind me.

of us speaks and I feel angry. This is

phone, this

kept it.’ The voice comes in

cruel tone

say back, wondering if she’ll

Nothing.

I needed to ask the Oracle. I needed to find out

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for Zedkiel to fall asleep, relieved

when his breathing becomes steady

is under his head, and he’s lying on his back, his eyes

and his chest rises and

look at him; how do you summon a

or when he loses control. Will he come forward

ready to go down that path

that argument.

for a moment, I find myself admiring

of art…. he looks so much more beautiful when he isn’t frothing at

rage.

Ok here goes

I ask softly, leaning

right off, but he doesn’t move.

you can hear me, please can you come forth. I need to ask

other night.”

furrows before his eyes snap open and I’m staring into a pair of

eyes…

ZEDKIEL.

I feel my Lycan struggling within

all to