His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

25. My Fate

EVELYN.

He steps back, his heart thundering, and I know he’s going to do something. Will he stab me again? Snap my neck? Or will he be more inventive this time, make it more painful, slower, really go for the heart by ripping it from my chest?

A soul can only break so many times before it is irreparable. Peering up at him, it makes me wonder what

his next move will be.

Is someone hiding out here? His loyal friend wasn’t there when we left the gathering.

I can see the raw guilt and regret in his eyes, but are those feelings genuine? Or just a mask to hide his

true intentions.

I’m telling myself they are, because it is all I have.

Ever since he returned from talking to the she-vampire, I knew he had a plan… he is going to side with them as he does every time. He’ll turn his back on me, throw me away like every other time.

He will become their king and he will have no remorse for me…

His hands cup my face and my heart squeezes, pounding violently in my ears.

Why does it hurt more than ever? Just once I want to know what it’s like to be wanted, to be loved, and not seen as the monster, the burden and the one responsible for the destruction of a never-ending cycle

of heartbreak.

However, the more I think of his intentions, the more his betrayal hurts, and writhes through me like an infection, as I crave what I’ve never wanted before.

The feelings I feel for him are foreign, and for once, I wish for my normal sadistic nature, the uncaring,

dark version.

Is it because this time he treated me with some care?

That he showed me some level of love?

I’m not sure, but my heart is breaking knowing that even Zedkiel doesn’t want me. That he’ll never want me. He just wants her back.

For the first time, Zerachiel’s counterpart is showing me some love, something that I couldn’t ever imagine.

Unlike them, I hold memories of our past lives, even if they are blessed with no memory of me or the pain. I’m the one who has to relive it every time.

He still looks the same, he always does, maybe sometimes he has dreads, or locs, the last time he had even dyed his hair… but it’s always him. Always the same man…. just a little more broken each time we meet, but for the first time, those golden-green eyes are showing me a version of him that I have always yearned for.

But I am struggling to understand why he is giving up on me? I’ve tried to behave. He’s shown tenderness, instead of blatant hate, and showed love instead of vengeance.

I can’t bring myself to hate him for what he’s about to do and I find myself speaking words I haven’t spoken or meant in such a long time.

“I love you.” I whisper, unable to stop myself from showing the vulnerability I am feeling as the darkness

inside of me begins to rise.

I’m fighting it, because I don’t want to disappoint him, but for what?

He will betray me…

He always does….

Yet, I want to hear those words too…

Need to hear them at least once…

“I love you too.” He says softly, making my eyes widen in shock.

I scan his eyes, trying to understand him.

His eyes are full of such intense emotions and, for the first time, I feel weak.

No, it’s not the type of love I want, but it is real. It’s there in some form. I blink up at him, my mind replaying his words on repeat.

he loves

end, ok?” He says quietly. His deep voice is like a pleasant hum in my

going to

Miss his touch.

the cracked stone, and spraying us

“Ok.” I murmur.

promise that I will always protect you, no matter what happens. It’s not goodbye until all hope is lost. I’m going to break this curse,

and my heart twists painfully in my chest, yet I

him when he grips my chin, tilting

thumb brushing across my lips gently,

I have the choice, I will always choose the

I long to believe him, history always repeats, and I am never chosen, never loved or missed, but hearing those words, it’s almost like he truly

I am delusional.

You

simply nod, knowing he is struggling. If I can make

both need to suffer.

I ask, looking into the darkness ahead as I pull out of his hold.

and I

to the realm of the gods to get the

says

goes, she’ll be there!

inside of me flare up inside of me, threatening to take

why are you telling me?” I ask icily. My eyes flicker black as he reaches for

your help.” He says, making me

my help?

“With what?”

don’t want her back! Surely, he doesn’t expect

he goes, then he’ll know,

And me?

be alone

I turn sharply seeing her, Kash and

is vast, but there is

settle in my bones and the hollow of my stomach open to an even vaster void.

thing.” Zedkiel says, his eyes hardening.

He snarls, looking at them. “I can’t.”

26. A Little White Lie

EVELYN.

gaze returns to me, and I don’t know what to do. I can easily unleash my wrath

me the truth, or is he

to right the wrongs of our past. I need you to trust me, Evelyn. I don’t want to hurt you; you have to know that.” There’s an urgency in his voice as he pleads with me, cupping my face in his huge warm

Trust him?

I know every single time, he will cast me

time, someone who used to be my world

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M

AGO FIRST LIFETIME NINE YEARS OLD)

shoulder. “You’re it! You’re it!” I giggle as I spin around, my white dress tangling around my legs, and I grab two fistfuls of it as I rush away.

the snow!” Evangeline giggles, as we plough through the powdery snow before we

back and lay there staring at the snow falling

snow angels, her tongue poking out from

she smiles at me.

know what they taste like.” She giggles. I open my mouth, trying to catch one and giggle when I feel the iciness touch

face like a cascading waterfall, we are identical in

out and taps

sky that is almost as white as the snow, the clouds heavy as the snow continues

Ah, so pretty!

play, I got you!” She shouts, and I turn my head. She pouts, waiting for me to get up and

grabs a handful,

too, and shakes her head, the

surely up to my

she wipes the snow off my face before leaning forward and

coos. “There’s your beautiful

smiles brightly