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OBSESSION

Book Four in The Elite.


OBSESSION. I was his. He was mine.


They say I love you. But that can’t possibly be true. Love is just lust and obsession, silly human hormones coursing through your blood. A need to claim, a need to own.


I’ve already claimed you. I already own you. So why isn’t that enough?


I’ve seen what happens when my kind fancy themselves in love. I won’t fall into that trap. You’re an obsession, a mindless distraction that needs to be erased.

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‘You?’ I can hardly believe my eyes. Kirdem is dead. There’s absolutely no possible way that he could be standing in front of me. For the briefest of moments, I wonder if I’m dreaming, even though I haven’t dreamed in years. Centuries even.


Or perhaps I’m seeing a ghost. Anything would make more sense than what I’m actually seeing. My brother, Kirdem, standing in front of me. Definitely alive.


‘Yes, me.’ He looks pleased with himself. A snide expression on his face that I don’t recognise.


This isn’t him. It can’t be. He would never betray the Mother.


‘Kirdem?’ I hate the sound of my own voice. It’s weak and uncertain and completely wrong. I should be pummelling my fists into his face, not questioning his existence.


‘Everette,’ he replies mockingly.


‘How could you?’


He laughs, throwing his head back. ‘How could I?’


I wait for an answer, even though I know that nothing he has to say will be enough. I will never understand this act of betrayal. Anyone else. I could have believed it of anyone, but not him. And worse, the Mother will never believe this. How am I supposed to tell her?


‘It was pretty easy to be honest,’ Kirdem says, sitting down at one of the many tables in the room. ‘When you’re the Mother’s consort, there’s a lot of freedom. If I was planning on letting you live, I’d recommend you take my place. There’s really nothing like it. The power. The freedom to do whatever the hell you want.’


His words are vile and offensive. And my fists clench at my side.


‘Of course, I’ve heard you’ve got a mate of your own now,’ he continues, his voice dripping with venom. ‘I plan to enjoy her. I had thought to make you watch. But lucky for you, I’m not going to let you live long enough now.’


I lunge for him, seeing fire. Rage has me shaking as I slam my fist into his face. But we’re not alone. Hestin might be with me, but just down the hall I can hear feet pounding on the floor, coming this way.


Kirdem responds in kind, kicking my shin. ‘You listen to me, Everette. There’s no winning this war. You’d be better to surrender now.’


‘Never.’


‘Silly little Everette,’ Kirdem says. ‘Too loyal for his own good. And now too obsessed with an irrelevant human to even see when he’s already been beaten.’