His Dark Obsession

59. A Message

ZEDKIEL.

“Did you find anything at all?” Chasyn asks me as I remove the nails and lift the Oracle’s body to the ground, looking around I yank the charred tablecloth off and cover her body. 2

“Not yet.” I say, staring down at the Oracle’s body, I sniff the air, letting the smell of blood fill my nose. There are two different smells mixed in… I lean down, sniffing the blood. It’s not Evangeline’s blood.

Relief floods me, and I stand up.

I don’t know why she thinks she killed her, but I plan to find out who it really belongs to, but this blood is not Evangeline’s. I’ve tasted hers, smelt hers… this one is nowhere near hers.

“Don’t touch anything in here.” I hear Chasyn command some of the men. I slowly walk through the room, trying to visualise what may have happened.

The runes and the burns are the Oracle’s doing, her magic draws from herself and that around her. I know that much. I frown as I crouch down looking at the marks on the floor.

There are no claw marks, no torn clothes… This isn’t a werewolf or a witch… I’ve studied all kinds of species and magic, but this was a battle of a different kind of magic…

I wipe a bit of the blood and taste it, hearing Chasyn groan from the doorway.

“Don’t do that.’ He mutters, grossed out.

“Don’t look then.” I reply coldly, frowning as I scan the floor slowly once more before walking back to the Oracle and looking at her hands, her entire body is covered in blood… but I can smell some other blood on her too and I lift one of her hands, before examining it closer. There’s someone else’s blood on her hands and behind her nails…

Frowning, I pause. It’s definitely not the same as the one on the floor.

I hear footsteps, and Chasyn enters, shutting the door behind him.

“What is it, Zed?”

“There’s blood from two different people here. As we already know, a scuffle took place. This is something that forensics can figure out… I don’t know how long it will take to get some answers but I can pinpoint that blood if I smell it again.” I say, pointing at the Oracle’s neck that isn’t covered by the tablecloth. “The blood on the ground is the Oracle’s…”

“D*mn…”

Standing up, I walk over to the table, picking up one of the bloodstained iron nails. Taking a sniff, I pause, looking down at it.

Her opponent had bled very little… I burn the smell into my mind and turn to Chasyn.

“It’s not a werewolf.”

“Yeah, no one thinks so.” He mutters, looking uncomfortable.

“Oh yeah, I’m the one everyone suspects, right?”

Chasyn looks up and although I keep my face emotionless, I cannot deny that it angers me. “It’s not like

that Zed…”

“Like I f**king care. Anyone who did this would have been covered in blood, or at least have some blood

stains on them. I haven’t been anywhere long enough

killer, aside from when they nailed her into the wall.” Chasyn says grimly. Standing up he goes over to one of the shelves that contained vials and bottles of potions. Most have been destroyed in the apparent struggle that took place here, or

I look

you used to use?” I ask, going over to

gravely and I’m about to wonder who knew exactly what the Oracle had here… Not everyone knew she kept a

chance this bottle

Besides, the rest of the bottles seem to have shattered from force, but this one… it’s broken

He had a point, and I nod. He pauses, and I know he’s

irritated with this

what’s happened so he has filled them in. I don’t see the point for this to have been

F**king hell. I didn’t see the point

my eyes slowly scanning the walls, trying to see if

I

of the Lunas.” Chasyn

f**king bad luck and they say I’m bad luck.” I

of these rushed marriages

him, wondering why he had that irritating

her before

stop talking about her when

frown, remembering that phone that Sinclair had given her on a shopping trip with Lucia. “You still have an attachment to her, although you’re mated to Maryka. Correct? How is that even possible when your

his hands into his pocket and fishes out his phone before he begins taking

room.

his people; our Lunas must be confident and powerful. And marking an Omega… that’s not going to make us stronger. Omegas are treasures for us to claim, gems to enjoy and to treat with love, but

an Alpha wouldn’t

Omega and taken a Luna of warrior blood at the least.

is my fated mate or chosen, she would

marks on the floor as I slowly circle the Oracle’s

If we win, it’s because I have her. The thing is Chasyn, I never planned to make Evangeline my Luna, but my Queen. She may be an Omega, but she has the quality to become a true Queen. Mark my words.” I say icily, looking up at him as I slowly roll the Oracle’s

His face changes into one of surprise before he smiles. “You love her.” He

Love?

Does that even

she’s my fated mate, not whilst this tournament is ongoing. I didn’t trust

All thoughts are wiped from my head when I stare at the Oracle’s

“What the…”

it?” Chasyn

message. I can recognise the Oracle’s markings anywhere… but it’s the message that

of the Gemini and end the war within yourself. You are both each other’s blessing and curse. Return to the place of your greatest fear, for he holds

for me.

you looking at?” He asks, staring at her back

fact that that was a final message

whatever happened

standing up. He nods, glancing

the hall again as Dad paces