Obsessed to Hate Him Chapter 35: Compromise

LIAM

I would pay to see Vivana ragging and burning the palace down with the flas she summoned. She is a fire wielder and she has brilliant flas. They have always fascinated . And what fascinates more is the she-devil ragging.

I have done everything since my childhood just to get under her skin and enrage her just because I thought she looked cute when she went berserk. And it was pretty hilarious to witness her lose her shits.

Sick. I know. But I can’t help it.

I grin widely, my cheeks hurting because of it. At least my goal of writing that ’pissing you off’ letter has been achieved. I have successfully managed to get under Viviana’s skin. Triumph and joy seep through my veins, and the fact that I have been cornered is montarily forgotten.

There is a saying going around the royal court of Solaryn that I am the only person who can successfully get on Viviana’s every never and walk out alive—unscathed. I am proud of my accomplishnt. At least there is one thing in the world that only I can do.

"This is pretty cruel of you, you know, master." She sounds blank but I know she is pursing her lips and watching silently the terrifying sight of Vivana ragging. I actually feel a little bad for her.

"I like to piss her off." My grinning intensifies.

"I am marveled that you still haven’t been incriminated to ashes." Despite her saying this, she doesn’t sound to be phased.

"Miracle. Ta-da." I say, half-sarcastically and half-amusedly.

"She has given her answer, master." Crystal says after a pause, "I will be on my way to you now."

"Alright. And no more eavesdropping on my thoughts. Got it?" I state firmly, a sign of earlier amusent gone.

Mood swings. I think this is what they call this kind of behavior.

"Understood, master." Crystal is quiet after these two words. Seemingly she has cut off.

I have never had a familiar before, I didn’t feel the need to have one. I still don’t feel the need to have her. But I am figuring that having a capable—especially a ghost—familiar is quite handy. So I think I will maintain our contract for as long as I need her. But before that, I first need to learn how to communicate with her without giving away my inner thoughts to her. I don’t entertain the thought of leaking the small piece of privacy that I still have.

The door swings open with a soft click before Kian strides inside the room, all his mountain-like grace and perfection written all over his entire self. The weight of his authoritative, effortless presence crashes down on . But I am not backing down. I am a prince, and I have dignity and ground to hold no matter how formidable the enemy is.

I cross my arms across my chest and look down my nose at him, "Mind explaining what was it?" My voice is cool and regal.

Kain hangs his jacket in the dresser and looks at through the mirror, raising an eyebrow, "What was what?"

Just the look in his eyes makes go weak, how am I supposed to hold my ground against this man? But I am too stubborn to acknowledge it. It runs down in my bloodline. No way I am backing down without biting his head off with . "This sudden room arrangent," I say pointedly, referring to his room.

Kian spins around, crosses his arms over his broad chest, copying my movent as he leans against the dresser, "I just figured that handcuffing you with is pretty inconvenient. So I dropped the idea and decided to move you into my room so that you have your sweet ti plotting my murder." He offers his most annoying smile.

My skin flushes with fury but I keep it in check. I knew he was aware of the fact that I was plotting his eventful murder, but I didn’t expect him to say it aloud so bluntly.

He stops at nothing, does he?

And here I thought he had a sense of open secrets.

I scoff and look away. "I never asked you for the favor, your honorable commander." Sarcasm simrs my every word.

"What kind of person would I be if I can’t grant my companion a small chance to murder ?" He smiles so poisonously that I feel like every snake in the continent has lent him their poison so that he can get under my skin.

"Thank you, Mr. Companion." I return him with the sa poison-dipped smile.

He stares at , his smile unfaltering. I stare back, my smile also not waning.

We are very similar. This is the reason we manage to keep each other on our toes. And this is the reason we are so eager to murder each other. Stubborn as hell. Sick minded. And full of malice. I hate seeing such offensive qualities in soone. Maybe, no, for sure, Kian does the sa.

Neither of us backs down from our heated staring competition until Jennifer cos in and drags both of us to the dining table. I can tell that she is fed up with the animosity we both bear for each other everywhere we go. Not that we care.

***

Kian has millions of ways to piss off. And he is applying one of them to right now.

"I am not giving up on my bed, so if you don’t want to sleep in the sa bed with please feel free to settle down on the couch or the floor." He smiles widely, propping himself on his elbow.

"Why don’t you just let go back to my room?" I smile, though my left eye is twitching, and a vein is bulging underneath it.

"Not a chance." He waves as if he is shooing away a mosquito. "Choos, couch," —holding up a finger— "floor," —another finger—" or bed?"

I am used to sleeping anywhere. But it is only because I had to. I don’t particularly like to sleep on anything that isn’t soft and comfortable. So it is obvious what I will choose. I grumble underneath my breath before climbing onto the bed. I can see the smug grin on Kian’s face. I ignore it. I put as much distance as possible between us and roll to my side, my back facing him.

Fuck him. I am not compromising.