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.

intense pull between us sizzles, and the defiance in her eyes

know there is only a price to pay, and you will be

be in anyone’s debt, so I’m not going to accept.”

be healed… is a price I

“Hmph.” She murmurs as she

reminding me of cherries and chocolate, but

loss.” She says.

as I don’t want to, I also know that if I want access to a phone, I need to compromise

tell him?” She asks as we walk towards the

of heading straight, this time she takes a sharp left and my

have the s*exiest

Damn.

ever going to come of it?” I say, looking at the ivy that has dug its

steady… but in

I look at her sharply, sensing the change in her heart

archway that has steps

“You don’t sound pleased.”

fine.” She

I’m not stupid.

when I’m unable to stop myself from grabbing hold

blaze a beautiful red, her breasts heaving as she stares

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

her dark lashes caressing her cheeks

mind? I was just trying to offer you a chance

scoff, yanking her closer, my hand tightening on

name gets to me, every

“Likewise.” She responds defiantly.

eyes meet and my gaze dips to her perfect cherry-red

off over every little thing, yet at the same time you’re drawn to them so f*ucking intensely that you

as if she can read my

I begin, clenching my

cocks a brow. “Oh? I’m afraid I don’t do favours.” She says, her gaze dipping to the front of my

near my d*ick. I actually need to make a call, just to check

hesitating for a moment before she

going on, I will deliver you to the grave even faster.” She threatens, 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 on the side. “Those things sure

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

firm

south, and I let go so fast, as if I’ve

excitement isn’t helping, and

I’m acting like this. It’s not like I’ve never touched a f*ucking boob

two minutes.” She says, holding the phone out to me. “And I’m not going

say, taking the phone from her and turning my back on her. I dial Isa’s

about to give up

don’t miss the tension

“Isa.”