His Dark Obsession

(Book 2) Chapter 31. The Taste of Cherries and Chocolate

KASH.

Another night has passed, and we’re heading on our way again.

Despite the fact we’re stalling, we are going to have to keep moving and ultimately think of a way for the so-called steward not to get his hands on Zedkiel.

It is wishful thinking to hope Zed would make it back the same night. I know Ziahra said time passes differently there, and that’s what is f*ucking stressing me out.

Sometimes days in there could be years for us, or vice versa, ten years could pass there, and it could be a blink of an eye for us.

How much time has passed? Will he make it back in time? Evelyn has been behaving fine. She’s pretty quiet, spending her time watching Zerachiel.

He actually holds so much arrogance. I f*ucking don’t know how Zed lives with him constantly. Maybe the fact he ignored him for so many years was a blessing in disguise.

Right now, everyone is sleeping or meant to be as I sit against one of the pillars, far from the rest. I’m keeping an eye on them but I’m worried about Isa too.

Since earlier today I’ve had this feeling that has niggled at my mind and I just think I need to call her, to ease my mind. Maybe it’s just the fact tension and stress are running high, but it would at least ease my own worries.

The only problem is, I don’t have a phone and I’m tempted to ask Ziahra to allow me to make a call.

But as much as her a*ss is absolutely f*uckable, she herself is a f*ucking brat. She’s on watch tonight, leaning against a tree not too far from me. I wonder if I picked this spot so I can get a good view… I’m not so sure…

Her black leather trousers are so tight they look painted on. I wonder how she got them up her ass, the crease of her ass cheeks and those sexy thighs perfectly emphasised.

I trail my gaze up her curvy hips and tiny waist. She’s in a cropped top tonight, and despite the cold, she’s not wearing a jacket.

She stretches, flexing her abs as she turns sideways, resting her gorgeous head of braids against the tree.

“I can sense you staring.” She says quietly. “Yeah? I’m just wondering if vampires don’t feel the cold at all, or if it’s simply because your heart is as cold as ice.” I reply. She turns and cocks a brow as she walks over to me. I stand up, crossing my arms as pain rushes through me like I’ve been electrocuted by a thousand live wires.

It’s getting worse, and at times, I feel as if my heart is about to stop.

“We may not feel the cold, but we feel the heat.” She says, her eyes dip, as she looks me over as shamelessly as I had checked her out, before those gorgeous eyes meet mine again.

That intense pull between us sizzles, and the defiance in her eyes fades slightly.

“You know there is only a price to pay, and you will be healed…” She says quietly. O

“A price. I’d rather not be in anyone’s debt, so I’m not going to accept.” I counter, our gazes lock as we stare into one another’s eyes.

The price to be healed… is a price I know that will be hefty. She steps closer, “Hmph.” She murmurs as she looks up at me.

Her scent is enticing and sweet, reminding me of cherries and chocolate, but I also know how lethally poisonous she is.

loss.” She says.

also know that if I want access to a phone, I need

him?” She asks as we walk towards the

instead of heading straight, this time she takes a sharp left and my gaze dips to her ass again. She really

Damn.

come of it?” I say, looking at the ivy that has dug its claws into the stone walls of the temple. With time,

in

look at her sharply, sensing the change in

have reached a broken archway that has steps leading down, but I

“You don’t sound pleased.”

fine.” She

I’m not stupid.

about to walk down them, when I’m unable to stop myself from grabbing hold of her

eyes blaze a beautiful red, her breasts heaving as she stares

you care so much?” I ask, unable to keep the

her cheeks before she looks into

trying to offer you a chance

closer, my hand tightening on her arm.

how her name gets to me,

“Likewise.” She responds defiantly.

my gaze dips to her

you f*ucking hate someone, to the point they f*ucking piss you off over every little thing, yet at the same time you’re

almost as if she can read my mind

begin, clenching my jaw. Yeah, I hate this idea already. She cocks a brow. “Oh? I’m afraid I don’t do favours.” She says, her gaze dipping to the front

need to make a call, just to check up on someone. Can I borrow a

if not expecting that, hesitating for a moment before she

even faster.” She threatens, reaching into the side of her crop top and I raise my eyebrow, watching as she

get a phone to just blend right

when, to my surprise; she places it on her left breast. And I’m f*ucking unable to stop myself from giving

firm

and I let go so fast, as

just do… my wolf’s excitement isn’t helping, and she chuckles,

never touched a f*ucking boob before. Only none of those women were

the phone

from her and turning my back on her. I dial Isa’s number and place

I’m about to give up hope,

the tension in

“Isa.”

ok? I’ve been calling!”