Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 18: Magic

Chapter 18: Magic
LIAM
Suddenly, the temperature of the atmosphere drops several degrees, making a shiver roll down my spine. My instincts flare red instantly, and my head snaps up almost immediately as Kian.
And the first thing that comes to my mind after seeing the figure looming over the closed window of Amanda’s bedroom is:
Damn, the woman is hot.
I must have lost my mind to think such a thing about a nefarious creature. But I can’t help it. She has ghastly pale skin, her equally pale hair framing her beautiful face. Her eyes are bound with a dirty blindfold, and she is wearing filthy, tattered clothes that bare her long, slender legs and sexy cleavage. She has a small delicate face.
For a split moment, I almost wish that this ghost woman is a human because, by the length of her legs and curves, I am pretty sure that there is a paradise between them. But my trance doesn’t last much longer before ice coats my skin and shivers cover my spine. Dread starts to coil inside my stomach and I can sense the resentment and negative energy in the air.
I can even see the rush of lust flicker through Kian’s eyes before it hardens. He looks at me out of the corner of his eyes, checking up on me. I gulp, trying to lubricate the dryness inside my throat.
He places his palm on the ground, and I am crushed to the ground so abruptly that breath stutters away from my lungs, and my heart almost leaps out of my chest. My eyes widen so widely that I am pretty sure that they will pop out of their socket any moment now. I cough out a fresh puddle of blood as I feel everything inside my body turning into mush. It’s like ten enormous elephants are sitting on my back, crushing me with their weight. White hot agony dances across my vision, filling it up with huge black beads of pain.
I can’t think; my brain has turned into mush. I can’t breathe, it hurts like hell. Just when I am ready to give up and pass out, the weight is lifted from me.
Air comes rushing to my lungs. I breathe in so fast and hard that my lungs burn from the effort. I can’t process what is happening before I lift my head and my eyes fall on the female figure lying on the ground a few feet away from me.
I am still breathing so hard that I might as well damage my windpipe, but it is never enough. Kian is sitting in the same position beside me, his blue eyes trained on the female figure on the ground, and his palm is still pressed against the cool soil beneath us. His expression is impressive but his cool eyes are as sharp as razor blades.
"What the fuck did just happen?" I cough out another fit of blood, trying to sit up.
"I simply just brought her down with my magic to have some fun with her." Kian’s eyes drift to me, pause, and after a brief minute, the corner of his mouth twitches into a guff smirk as he winks at me, tugging at the handcuff and pulling me closer until our bodies are breaths away. "Say, Lain, did you like my magic?"
Dread and another wave of fear race down my spine, chilling my bones and heating my skin. My eyes widen with shock and something else that I can only name as envy.
This is so fucking unfair.
This is very unfair of the Gods to create a being this perfect, flawless and so fucking blessed. Kian wields the power—the magic to manipulate gravity. Yes, the gravity.
Every magic power is strong if you have worked on it and trained to master it until you can wield the power as your own. But this man, this fucking bastard, has the power, which is one of the most powerful elements that exist in the damn world. Gravity. The lone name holds a tremendous amount of power to scare any enemy off. Maybe this is why Kian Eryx does a favor to his enemy by not telling the world what kind of crazy power he wields.
Here I am. The unluckiest bastard in the whole continent, Who can’t even use his power and the relic mark on his bicep properly. I can’t help but feel self-pity for how miserable and groundless I am in front of the monster sitting beside me.
The woman groans and shoots up from the ground, breaking my trance. She gives off such violent energy that it makes me shudder. She leaps in for an attack, going straight for Kian’s neck. She is close. She is so fucking close that her ferocious nails are almost grazing the pulse point on Kian’s neck. I hold my breath.
Kian snaps his finger. And just for a second, everything stalls. Even the wind before the woman goes crashing into the brick wall in front of us, creating a human-shaped pit where she is pinned to the wall. She lets out a sickening howl. Ice dips inside my veins.
Kian gets onto his feet, dragging me back onto my feet as well. He smiles. He freaking smiles as he approaches the lady figure still pinned to the wall, her hands and legs sprawling on the wall.
"This is a shame, watching a pretty lady like you get beaten up like this." Kian stands before her, unaffected by the gravitational force, as he trails his rough, callous finger along her jawline. It makes me realize that he did that to me on purpose. To punish me. "You would make a much more pleasant picture in my bed if you were alive."
"Get your fucking hands off me." The ghost woman hisses furiously, black blood dripping down her nose. "All of you men are fucking dicks." Her words are lapped with resentment.
Kian and I blink at the same time, "Is that why you are killing ladies?" I ask, puzzled.
"Yes."