- ASAMI -
If there was a job tagged as boring, it would be this one. I wish I could ask for another or just not be here but apparently, that is not my decision to make.
I hate that I am in hiding. I hate that I have to be cautious of revealing my own face in public. I also hate that all this ti, Owen knew the identity of the one person I was bound to yet concealed it.
A disgusted look forms on my face. I draw out spit in my mouth then spit it out. I pity whoever that shit lands on, for what it’s worth, the person should be proud that my saliva touched a part of their skin.
I let out a scoff, staring through the binoculars. The longer I stay here, the more I feel like an unpaid nanny. I cannot believe that I am stuck playing spy on the one human I would rather have dead.
The worst part is the fact that I have to witness her all gummy bear like with Killian yet do nothing. Not that there is anything that I can do. Even if I wasn’t bound to staying hidden, I am the last person Killian wants to see right now.
Especially in good health. My throat creases. Part of wishes I gave her an irreparable damage to her arm to leave her with the constant reminder of etched in her mind but another part of is grateful that I did not.
Considering how Killian is, he would’ve dealt with sooner than S would find and I would be foolish to think anyone has my back. Including Owen.
I let out a scoff. The only thing keeping sane is the fact that the two of them have been quite, if I may say myself, distant with each other. I cannot tell if it’s an act since they both are caught up in an affair or if sothing happened between them which has driven them apart. I want to find out, it would cure my boredom but that isn’t part of my job. I gave up everything that involved ddling in the mont I organised a raid. A raid that has now cost my freedom.
A sigh leave my lips as I try to divert my thoughts. The afternoon breeze surely is strong this high up today. I should probably treat myself to a self care routine after this. My whole body throbs with ache.
“It is not very wise to watch people without their consent.” The deep voice that trails behind makes my body jerk in a jumpscare, nearly catching off guard enough to throw my body off the balcony to my death.
My body turns to the side to behold the bearer of the voice. Resting against the balcony is a man whose face I would never forget. Killian’s little brother, Liam.
“And interrupting people from behind is not either.” I counter, hiding my fear in my firm tone. I have so many questions, like;
When did he get here?
How long has he been here? And how long ago was I spotted?
How soon did it take him to find and if he hadn’t made his presence known to , would he have been able to butcher before I noticed his presence?
All these questions would remain unanswered so it will be better for not to proceed with questions. I hate that it was so easy for soone to sneak up on undetected all through. I hate that with my newfound weakness in health, I feel like I have gone soft in my nature. I cannot be found dwindling. I cannot be on par with amateurs who have not been through half of the shit my life has offered . Not that Liam is an amateur. He is very much far from that.
Liam scoffs, a bitter smirk plastered on his lips. “Spying on a child is low, even for you.” He murmurs under his breath, his tone cool.
I roll my eyes and continue gazing at the environnt. Hazel is out of sight, right now, I am simply people watching.
“It is odd for you to think I have nothing better to do.”
His body lunges up from his resting place on the balcony, slowly. I know a warning when I see one. I imdiately assu my legs in a rigid pose to firming my stamina on the ground. There is sothing I never liked about Liam that made feel on edge every ti I saw him.
He never laughed at or with . Never smiled. His gaze pierced deep like he was trying to penetrate into my soul. Liam was one of the people who hated and he made his intentions about it clear.
If he could, he would not hesitate to end my life, be it in broad daylight or in darkness. Be it where is filled with people or scarce, he just doesn’t care. I never knew why. I am not sure I asked, but his hate is deep gutted and has lasted for over a decade. He hated even when I was dating his brother.
I look at him, watching his every move and calculating any possible move he could make along with counters that would be beneficial for in this restricted space.
His facial expression is so calm yet intense that it makes want to throw up. His hate for is mutual. I dislike him with every fibre in my body. Only because he does for too.
“Let make sothing clear while I am choosing to keep you alive.” He begins, creeping closer to , his eyes a mixture of fun and death. “Stay away from my brother and I, and his little brat.” Liam orders.That ‘brat’ he refers to is Hazel. “Because next ti, I won’t be so rciful.” With that, he walks past . “I am not the only one who wants you dead, Asami.” The venom in his words as he vanishes out of sight makes my heart thump violently in my chest.
This is not old news, yet it makes my body crawl in the worst way possible.
“Don’t make rekindle a fla with your own enemies.” Resounds in my ears faintly.
I don’t need any other warning to keep in check.
I will stay away from their lane, alright, but not any ti soon. Not when I know he gave her an invitation. And not when I know who will attend such gathering.
The mastermind behind Killian’s suffering included.
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