His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

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.

and the

is only a price to pay, and you

I’d rather not be in anyone’s debt, so I’m not going to accept.” I counter, our gazes

healed… is a price

steps closer, “Hmph.” She murmurs as she looks

sweet, reminding me of cherries and chocolate, but I also know how

says.

as I don’t want to, I also know that if I want

asks as we

about as we step inside, but instead of heading straight, this time she takes a sharp left

really does have

Damn.

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

in the end,

at her sharply,

a broken archway that has steps leading down, but I

“You don’t sound pleased.”

fine.”

I’m not stupid.

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

her

why do you care so much?” I ask, unable to keep the anger from my

dark lashes caressing her cheeks before she looks

changed my mind? I was just trying to offer you a

her closer, my hand tightening

hate how her name gets

“Likewise.” She responds defiantly.

my gaze dips to her perfect

do 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

if she can read my mind before I let

clenching

I don’t do favours.” She says,

eyes. “Yeah, I wouldn’t trust you anywhere near my d*ick. I actually need to make a call, just to check up on someone. Can

frowns, as if not expecting that, hesitating for a moment before she

reaching into the side of her crop top and I raise my eyebrow, watching as she pulls out a slim, small phone she had tucked in

hand, I try to ignore the tingles that rush through me when, to my surprise; she places

f*ucking firm and

rushes south, and I let go so fast, as if I’ve been f*ucking

excitement isn’t helping, and she chuckles, switching the phone on –

not like I’ve never touched a f*ucking boob

holding the phone out to me.

I say, taking the phone from her and turning my back on

when I’m about to give up hope, she

the tension in

“Isa.”