All Chapters of Promised to the Panthers: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“W-why would I hate you?”Obsidian didn’t answer me. He kissed me instead and slowly rolled his hips, making it clear the conversation was over. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed him back and pushed all the questions to the back of my mind. It was easier to focus on the pleasure. His arms around my waist tightened. Growling, he buried his face against my neck. I froze, fear taking over when he gripped my shoulder with sharp teeth. “You’re mine,” he hissed. “You carry my mark. My scent. My blood. You belong to me.” He licked my skin, right over the scar his attack left. “You can’t ever leave me.”Obsidian sucked in a deep breath and tensed. He slowly raised his head to look at me. Cat-like eyes darted over my face and then locked with mine. “I scared you,” he breathed, frowning. “D-don’t grip me with your teeth,” I managed to get out. “Please don’t do that.”Swallowing loudly, he nodded. “I won’t do it again.”“Good.”Gripping his shoulders, I pressed the tip of my toes

“Are you okay?”My eyes darted over to Iris when she took a seat next to me on the log. I shook my head as I focused my attention back on the sunset. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asked softly. “You won’t understand.” She cleared her throat. “Probably not.” The silence between us lasted only a few seconds. I sighed when Iris turned towards me. “Are you mad at me?” Yes! You’re hogging all their attention while we could have spent the time together before they had to leave. I remained silent instead of uttering the words out loud. “Look, I’m trying my best to be as helpful to them as I can,” she said. “Devrim asked if I could remember anything after being kidnapped.” Her words made me feel like a bitch. She was helping them and I was being a jealous bitch. “I’m sorry,” I muttered. “No apology needed.” Iris smiled. “What’s it like growing up on an island?” “It's the same as growing up in any other place.” I paused. “The only difference is the fact that we have to import

I watched Obsidian from beneath my lashes as he checked over his knives. Betsy knew the owner of the place we were staying at for the day. He agreed to rent us a room without asking any questions. Vanya would have a fit if she found out that the brothers had involved Betsy in our plans again. The room was smaller than I expected, but it was clean and it smelled like flowers. Obsidian had locked the windows and pulled the curtains closed the moment we entered the room. “Where did those come from?” I asked him. His eyes darted up to mine before they dropped again. “I asked Dorian to bring it for me. Our home was destroyed, but they were able to save some of our stuff.”“Will we be able to repair it?” I asked him. Obsidian hesitated. “It’s going to take a few months. We will have to order supplies,” he said softly. “Dorian said that it looked very bad.” I winced. Leaning forward, I rested my elbows on my knees and dropped my head onto my hands. Whenever shit like this happened, I

I splashed my face with cold water and slowly straightened to stare at my reflection in the mirror. We were stranded on the mainland with no money, no identification, and only the dirty clothes we wore. Somehow someone had called ahead to let the police know what was happening on the island. They had been waiting for us when the plane landed. Swallowing, I grabbed some paper towels and dried my face. My hands were shaking and I felt sick to my stomach. Sucking in a few deep breaths, I rubbed my chest where the ache was. There was an emptiness inside me that was hard to ignore.The toilet flushed, snapping me out of my thoughts. A second later Iris stepped up to my side to wash her hands. “Are—” “Don’t,” I hissed. “Why didn’t you tell me? You knew where we were going right from the start and you didn’t say anything!” “Ezra told me not to.” “Ezra…he could already be dead because you didn’t tell me we were leaving the island! I would have made him come with us!” I blinked away th

“Something’s happening.”I felt shaky and weak as I followed him out of the shower. Obsidian had already dried himself by the time I snapped out of the sexual daze. When I entered the bedroom, he was busy pulling on his pants. “Get dressed,” he snapped. I nodded and hurried over to our clothes. The moment we were both dressed and Obsidian had his knives strapped to his body, we left the room. Frowning, I tried not to panic as we followed the flow of people outside. Has the war already started? Were we too late to stop them? We weren’t greeted by humans being slaughtered. Everyone was staring up at something in the sky. There was no reason for me to look up because I could already smell it, but I tilted my head back and looked up anyway. Dark smoke filled the sky, blocking out the sun. “Fire!” someone suddenly screamed. “The trees are on fire!”***I jerked awake with my heart beating a mile a minute and fear gripping me. Rubbing my eyes, I slowly sat up and sucked in a deep brea