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.

between us sizzles, and the defiance

only a price to pay,

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

healed… is a price I know

murmurs as she looks up

me of cherries and chocolate, but I also know how lethally

says. “Walk with

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

didn’t you tell him?” She asks as we walk

need to explain what she’s talking about as we step inside, but instead of heading straight, this time she takes

really does have

Damn.

at the ivy that has dug its claws into the stone walls of the temple. With time, it’s managed to destroy the very foundation

and steady… but in the

replies. I look at her sharply, sensing

broken archway that has

“You don’t sound pleased.”

fine.”

I’m not stupid.

I’m unable to stop myself from grabbing hold of her arm and turning her roughly,

red, her

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

her dark lashes caressing her cheeks before she

to offer you a chance to live.” She says, tapping my face hard. “Don’t get too

my hand tightening on her arm. “Don’t push me

hate how her name gets to

“Likewise.” She responds defiantly.

and my gaze dips

the point they f*ucking piss you off over every little thing, yet at the same

read

a favour.” I begin, clenching my

do favours.” She says, her gaze dipping to

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

as if not expecting that, hesitating for a

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

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

firm and

and I let go so fast,

isn’t helping, and

like I’ve never touched a f*ucking boob before. Only none

holding the phone out to me.

phone from her and turning my back on her. I dial

when I’m about to give up hope,

don’t miss the tension in

“Isa.”