His Dark Obsession

Chapter 71

71. Concerns

EVANGELINE.

Zedkiel reaches up and switches the shower off before grabbing a towel and lightly

towelling my hair. I look up at him, watching his emotionless face. His face is as sharp

and cold as always, and his eyes are hard but….. there’s so much more to him than he

gives away…

I don’t miss the way he rubs my hair tenderly, his fingers brushing the stray strands back

before he slowly towels my body dry. He pats the towel lightly over my injuries that are

almost gone, somehow, I’m healing fast.

He brushes his fingers over them, his flashing red before he moves away.

eyes

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I observe him, and although he hasn’t said anything since I confessed, he doesn’t need

to… That kiss he gave me, said far more than words ever could. The way he took care of

me … Everything he has done for me, openly, vocally, and silently. They all mean so

much more. 1

I step closer, my gaze dipping to the soaking pants that now cling to him and emphasise

a certain part of him that makes my stomach flutter.

“Are you in pain?” He asks, his red eyes glaring at my healing wounds.

“I’m fine.” I say, knowing what he’s thinking.

“Good… Don’t let someone so meaningless get to you.” He replies, wrapping the towel

around me and tugging me closer.

“Yeah, I know. I was just holding out hope for something that was never there… I keep

thinking that what happened was something that there is no other solution to. Maybe she

didn’t want to do what she did.” I murmur softly, tracing the ridges of his chest and abs.

“Now you know.” He says, threading his fingers into my hair. He tugs my head up until

I’m forced to look into those gold- green orbs. “You don’t need people like that in your

life.”

I nod slowly as he lets go of me, leading me to the bedroom and pushes me onto the

bed. My eyes rake over him and I bite my lip. A cold smirk crosses his lips but he turns Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

away.

“As much as f*cking you calls to me, we will have to leave soon.” He says quietly, taking

out some clothes for the both of us.

“Are we going to the Chamber?” I ask, my heart s*ipping a beat.

A place made for only the royals… but a place I’m going to enter… Remembering the

scriptures, I frown thoughtfully… Am I really the reincarnation of the Moon Goddess’s

daughter.

‘Are you still questioning that?’ Evelyn’s voice sneers in my mind.

‘Of course, it’s no small matter… but she had two daughters, right? A-are you the other

one?’ I ask hesitantly.

There’s silence, but with it, there’s a terrifying anger that seems to burn through

No reply.

“Evangeline. Focus.” Zedkiel growls, crouching down in front of me.

I take a deep breath, nodding, but something about her reaction tells me something

happened. Why else did she get so angry?

Raziel cursed his own offspring… She’s the evil inside of me… the curse.

I shake my head. This visit will help us greatly, I’m certain of it. There’s something inside

of her that she cannot move on from… and I need to figure it out, before it’s too late.

‘Tell me what happened?’ I try again, but there’s nothing but that powerful rage and

darkness, followed by emptiness.

I blink, staring at Zedkiel and shake my head, trying to clear it.

“What happened?” Zedkiel asks as I slowly pick up the bra from the pile of clothes he’s

placed there for me.

“I tried to ask her a question.” I say, sighing softly. “This curse, this entire situation… I

asked her if she is the other daughter…”

He runs his hands up my thigh, frowning slightly. “We do need to talk, all four of us…”

I nod my agreement. “Yes, we do. If the moon Goddess had twins that she mated to

Zerachiel… Then does that mean we somehow became one after that? How does it

work? How did she become a part of me?

He stands up, removing his wet pants and putting on some dry ones. “I wonder too… But

the scriptures mean you and your counterpart, sometimes they play on words. For a

second, I did think thatperhaps somehow she is your Lycan, but that makes no sense.

Your father was a werewolf, and your power isn’t one of a werewolf, and on top of that,

you both have two different auras.”

I frown, listening to him. He has a point and I don’t think I’m a Lycan, that I am certain

“In the pool, when I saved you, I saw your eyes. They were milk-white, with a faint white

aura wrapped around you, then when she takes over it’s the opposite… from the black

eyes to the aura. You two are two different entities somehow fused as one… Maybe

Evelyn will have the answer to that.” He says.

“Yeah, if she tells me.” I respond with a nod.

A sudden thought occurs to me, and I look at him. Does that mean that he isn’t only my

mate? 3

An odd emotion squeezes at my chest and he turns sharply, watching me. “What is it?”

He asks, pulling on a top that covers those delicious abs.

I shake my head before I quickly busy myself with getting dressed.

“Will we leave for the chamber soon?” I ask, changing the subject.

He nods at my question and glances at his watch. “Kash and his sister will be covering

for us, but we have to move soon.”

Kash has a sister?

I nod, not arguing, and quickly run my fingers through my hair before I stand up and pull

it into a hair tie.

We leave our room with one of the two guards following us, and although I know it’s

someone Zedkiel at least approves of, it doesn’t mean they will allow us to roam without

their presence.

We leave the castle and I’m beginning to feel extremely curious as to where we are

headed but I’m soon given the answer to my question, when we stop outside the

entrance to one of the courtyards that lead to one of the many tea gardens. Entering the

gate we head to the bottom of the gardens and

Zedkiel opens a second gate, and we are greeted by Kash and a beautiful woman who

I’m certain must be his sister, standing in front of a gorgeous stone pillared area, which

has a few lanterns hanging from the ceiling and ivy climbing up the pillars. There is a

circular table at the centre laden with items.

“Zed, you made it.” Kash says, raising the two bottles he holds.

“I got the chessboard.” The woman says with a wink.

Zed glances back at the guard. “We will remain in this garden for a few hours. Stay

outside.” He commands.

“Yes, Alpha.” The guard bows before he walks back out and shuts the gate behind him.

Zedkiel watches him before walking over to the woman and giving her a quick hug. One

that she returns rather happily, slinging both arms around his neck, something that sends

a flare of jealousy through me.

Who is she? And I don’t mean her name.

Her grey eyes are on me, her platinum and purple hair falling in front of her eyes. She’s

average height, with a slender toned body, breasts that are slightly larger than average

and she has her nose pierced. She’s in ripped white jeans and a tank top.

A small smile crosses her lips as Zedkiel lets go of her.

“So this is the bombshell that captured your attention.” She says, walking over to me and

holding her hand out. “Hey, I’m Isabella, but please, call me Isa.”