Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 13: Run Away

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Chapter 13: Run Away

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Kian is grumpy today. Yes. Kian is grumpy. I am, too, having a hard time believing it. Jennifer is looking sour and slightly disappointed though she is trying to mask it with her usual impressive expression. I doubt it's working.

This situation is kind of...funny. At least for me because I have this habit of laughing at the worst possible timing. And right now, I am fighting back the giggle so hard that I am half-sure that I am damaging innards.

"Don't laugh." Kian snaps, "This isn't funny." The carriage jerks a little as it moves forward. "And Fred—" He hooks his head out of the window of the carriage and snaps at Fred, "—drive properly."

Not grumpy but pissed. Right.

My face twitches up as it is getting harder to hold back. It is so fucking fun to see Kian Eryx, the most perfect being in the world, lose his cool like this and be cranky.

Funny.

"Don't snap at him," Jennifer says defensively as if to shield whoever the 'he' is between me and Fred, "She lost her life because of your carelessness." She admonishes.

The muscle under Kian's left eye twitches and the veins at the back of Kian's hand bulge as he contains his distraught and shuts his mouth.

I want to laugh, but the good angel of mine appears beside me and rebukes, "A woman died, and you are laughing?"

Right. I shouldn't laugh. It seems out of place right now.

The woman Kian guarded the other night died last night. This is the same patterned murder as the two from before. I had forgotten about the case since I got distracted by Jennifer's presence and I suspect the same thing had happened to Kian.

Jennifer is disappointed in her nephew as his carelessness has caused yet another death. This is why she is sour. As for Kian, he is pissed at his slip-up. At least this incident has taken their attention from me. If not for entirely, then partly.

Maybe now I can actually do what I am supposed to do here.

My mind races through the ideas that I can slip away from them. It is going to be hard. But not impossible. I won't get any chances like this anytime soon so it is worth taking the risk.

The carriage stops before a house—seemingly the house of the victim. I am kind of relieved that Amanda isn't the one who fell into the murderer's extended hands.

Kian hops out of the carriage followed by me and Jennifer. I am still a bit lightheaded about the Eryxs' blessing. I always knew that these God-granted blessings were only supposed to be bestowed on royals all over the world. This is almost unbelievable that Eryxs are granted the blessings that are supposed to be the jewel of the royals all over the world.

It makes me huff with displeasure. The thought that I will never grow old with Kian Eryx. It is kind of unnerving...all for the wrong way.

I try my best to stay out of Jennifer and Kian's way as the aunt and nephew pair investigate the crime scene. It is the same old story.

There are no eyes in the sockets of the girl. She is lying on her bed in the same position, hand clasped and resting on her stomach. No flesh in her body, skin clinging to her skeleton, and no blood as well. There is not even a drop of blood to be found in the room and her makeup kits are stained with clustering blood.

Right. Same old story.

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Jennifer looks very intrigued, inspecting the scene, and Kian looks bored. I quietly excuse myself to use the bathroom so that I won't grab attention—they are not paying me any anyway.

Thank Gods that the bathroom is a little isolated from the main halls of the house. And to thank Gods again, there is a small window up there on the outer wall of the bathroom. It is small but big enough that I can fit my small frame there.

I gather a few stools and bathroom items to use as leverage to climb up there. I try to keep it as quiet as possible and elbow the fragile glass of the window. It doesn't break at the first time. But after trying a few times I spot a crack in the stained glass and the glass harder with my elbow. My heart is beating a little louder in my chest, and my stomach is swirling with anxiety, but I keep my breathing even. Can't let my brain stop working for the lack of oxygen.

With a shattering noise, the glass falls apart, and I draw in a quick breath before leaping out of the window, careful not to cut myself.

The walls that surround the house are towering. I do a quick math inside my head before I start to climb it up. Climbing, crawling, and running come as easily as breathing when you have spent almost the rest of your life doing these.

I look down at the ground eight feet beneath me, contemplating whether I should climb down or jump down. I chose the latter and jump.

This is kind of exhilarating—how easy it was to escape two pairs of eagle eyes. Oliver provided us with a capital map of Oblivarae before he went missing. Vivana provided me with the map and I memorized it the night before I set out on the mission.

There is an underground black market on the west side of the capital. Oliver mentioned he had a few acquaintances there. I think I should go over there first. It will gather a little information. Better than nothing.

I just hope Kian and Jennifer don't find me too soon. I have busted—I am exaggerating, sure—my ass off to climb up here. I can't let it go in vain. But I do know there will be punishment waiting for me when they catch me. It scares me the most.

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