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.

sizzles, and the defiance

there is only a price to pay, and you will

to accept.” I counter, our gazes lock

is a price I know that will be

“Hmph.” She murmurs as she looks up at

and chocolate, but I also

loss.” She says. “Walk with

a command in her voice and as much as I don’t want to, I also know that if I want access to a

tell him?” She asks as we

inside, but instead of heading straight, this

does have

Damn.

the ivy that has dug its claws into the stone walls of the temple. With

steady… but in

at her sharply, sensing the change in her heart

a broken archway that has steps leading

“You don’t sound pleased.”

perfectly fine.”

I’m not stupid.

myself from grabbing hold of her arm and turning her roughly, wanting to see

blaze a beautiful red, her breasts heaving as she stares

you care so much?”

blinks, her dark lashes caressing her cheeks before

offer you a chance to live.” She

scoff, yanking her closer, my hand tightening on her arm. “Don’t

hate how her name gets to me,

“Likewise.” She responds defiantly.

eyes meet and my gaze

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 drawn to them so f*ucking intensely that

almost as if she can read my mind before

favour.” I begin, clenching my jaw. Yeah,

brow. “Oh? I’m afraid I don’t do favours.” She says, her gaze dipping to

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

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

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

I try to ignore the tingles that rush through me when, to my surprise; she places it on her left breast. And I’m

firm and

I let go so fast, as if

and she chuckles, switching the

I’ve never touched a f*ucking boob before. Only

holding the phone out to me. “And

from her and turning my back on her. I dial

when I’m about to give up hope, she

I don’t miss the tension in

“Isa.”