His Dark Obsession

13 His Deception

EVANGELINE.

I spent the morning in the off-limits library, a place that is not open to the public. Only a select few are allowed to venture here. A place that feels like it has not been disturbed in years, these books contain such precious history and are preserved by magic, but I can feel the spells have weakened greatly, some not even holding up on half the books resulting in them becoming unreadable.

The musty smell of dust and old books has seeped into my nose, ticking it. I have sneezed plenty of times.

I found two books on vampires earlier that I hoped might have some answers, but I decided not to look at those here, placing them aside to take and study when I’m alone.

Alistair has been a blessing, lightening the mood considerably when seeing the large piles of faded, battered books to go through. At the same time, trying to make sure we don’t damage them further.

Alistair is sifting through them, trying to organise them, whilst Lucia and I bury our heads in the old scrolls and books.

However, even after a few hours, there is nothing much, almost as if certain parts of our histories had been purposely removed from here. There are a few books that also contain missing pages. Something that we noticed a few times.

There was one more thing that I noticed. There is no mention of the moon goddess being on earth… which only pushes me to think that I am definitely correct. I was never able to make it this far.

Maybe it is wishful thinking, but I am hoping that this time we can get past what everyone thinks and what fate wishes for.

No matter what is thrown at us, we will make it through.

“Look, Evangeline,” Lucia says, coughing as a puff of dust fills her nose.

“It’s so dusty! My hair will need a good wash after this.” Alistair says, wafting the dust away from his face as he takes the book from Lucia and carries it to the table.

“Thank you, Alistair.” She smiles as she takes the seat next to me. “Here.”

She flips open the book and I lean over to see what it is, in hopes that maybe, just maybe, there’s something in here.

The book in question is falling apart, and she has dug it out from somewhere far at the back. From what I can make of it anyway, it’s at least several centuries old and I can see the glimmer of magic that is fading, ancient magic used to preserve it.

“Here… look, it mentions a calamity that took place several centuries ago.” She says, pointing to a page that is barely readable.

“None shalt forget the calamity of the gods. Their punishment was for us. The blood yonder marred the lands in the wakes of the fall of the beloved rulers at their own hand… destined to a fate of doom, did rid ‘t doth take us years to rise from the betrayal of our beastly king…”

It’s difficult to read, the writing and the words from a time long gone. “The haunting of his sins will terrorize the dreams of many a lost night. Ay, he did take the life of his queen and did leave us with none to guide us. Woe to the hybrid king, woe to the beast upon two…”

It cuts off there, and I stare at the next page or where there should have been the next page… a few pages have clearly been torn from here.

“I’m not sure of the wording, but I feel it’s something?” She asks hopefully.

I nod. “I think so…”

Beastly king… hybrid king… madness… the life of his queen.

History is repeating itself and we needed to avoid that at all costs.

“Thank you, Lucia…” I say, standing up with the book. “I need to show this to Zed.”

“Anytime.” She says, her eyes full of worry. “Evangeline…”

“Hmm?” I ask. She smiles gently, but she can’t hide the concern from her eyes.

“Please take care of yourself.” She whispers.

I frown slowly and nod, tucking a strand of my black hair behind my ear. I wasn’t sure why my hair returned to black, when I had tried to summon my powers just to make sure they had been the same.

Luna was asleep in my mind and I didn’t want to disturb her over my hair, let her rest…

alright.” I promise her as I pick up the two books

and the only family Isa truly has. I still feel sad for them, knowing their

back.” I

walk

find anything I will let you know.” Lucia says as

nothing more to find… but we will stop only when everything

queen to her king.” Alistair says

that I’ve found two souls who I can call

so I decide to

some research for the upcoming war. Sadly, they don’t have any cure save putting the inflicted down, to save them from pain and losing their

a

our quarters. I frown as I’m hit by a scent other

scan the room, hearing the sound of two racing hearts and

Azariah is my

heart is thundering as I feel unease grip me as I silently place the

Azariah?

as Zed’s words replay in my mind ‘is my son…’ What is he going on

a son, or I

door that is ajar, Isabella’s scent is strong in my nose and I suddenly feel uneasy. Something holds me back, telling me I should step away and make a sound but I can’t help myself from peeing

nothing could have prepared me for the agonising pain

more intimate manner than he did when he greeted her in the gardens that first night… his hand is caressing her back

much, as if

my head and I

he

between them… but I know there was… even

stare at them, feeling as if I’m drowning, hoping for Zed to move

away from her,

But he doesn’t…

I interrupting?” My voice is unrecognisable, powerful and cold as

her off our

ever so guiltily, their faces pale. Caught in the

He looks

there was anything between them… he

cry. I refuse to allow her to see

panicked voice ridden with guilt comes, but I

break into a run, although both Evelyn and Luna want me to

No.

me, running down the hall. I just need to be away from everyone. I don’t think I’ve ever moved as fast as I am now, not wanting to be found or caught by anyone

comes. Her voice is full of anguish

about to shift when someone steps into

“Whoa… whoa, Eva!”

Kash grabs

command through the link, knowing

the confusion in his voice as he’s forced to let

So Zedkiel linked him.

to talk to him.” I sneer icily, my voice shaking. “He can do as

tone but I don’t care,

Zedkiel…

listen to

speak to him! But because I know he won’t allow me to leave just

still hurts intensely and I glare at Zedkiel, whose eyes hold genuine