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

haven’t been anywhere long enough

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 should I say duel. “Have you noticed

look up

“You mean the one you used to use?” I ask, going over to him as he crouches down and grabs part

unlike you I didn’t want to be caught, and she never complained about us asking for some…“ Chasyn sighs gravely and I’m about to wonder who knew exactly what the Oracle had here… Not everyone knew she kept

this bottle broke accidentally,” I

bottles seem to have shattered from force, but this one… it’s broken like it

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

is it?” I ask, irritated with this no

what’s happened so he has filled them in. I don’t see the

didn’t

out?” I ask icily, my eyes slowly scanning the walls,

I

“One of the Lunas.”

but f**king bad luck and they say I’m bad

Lunas were chosen in haste… the only one of these

at him, wondering why he had that irritating smirk on his

her before the tournament even

about her when I see her

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 fated

and fishes out

room.

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 they are gentle by nature and far weaker than an

case an Alpha wouldn’t ever be

He reminds me, but I’m mated to an Omega. “Hence why I think you should have kept her as your Omega and taken a Luna of warrior blood at the least. It’s obvious you can control yourself if you want. She’s alive after all, you can still do that,

or chosen, she would have still been my Luna. I try to stay calm, knowing I will unleash my wrath if

marks on the floor

planned to make Evangeline my Luna, but my Queen. She may be an Omega, but she has the quality

love her.” He says, he sounds more awed than anything, and I ignore

Love?

Does that

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

head when I stare at the Oracle’s

“What the…”

it?” Chasyn asks,

her back that is embedded with a message. I can recognise the Oracle’s markings anywhere… but it’s the message

time, the curse becomes stronger… destroy the curse of the Gemini and end the war within yourself. You are both each other’s blessing and curse.

It’s for me. I

at?” He asks, staring at her

can’t see it… That only strengthens the fact that that was a final message for me from

mean whatever happened here is linked

up. He nods, glancing back at the

the hall