Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 19: Jealously

Chapter 19: Jealously
LIAM
"Would you like to elaborate on the details?" Kian asks with an underlying inflation of mockery. Trust me when I say if I were in the shoes of this ghost woman, I would rather eat my innards than actually
elaborate on the details.
I stifle the urge to roll my eyes. I would love to shove that cockiness of his up his ass and show him how it feels like to be on the receiving end. But I know better than that. He will rip apart my every limb without showing an ounce of mercy if I as much as pinch him. Probably. Considering he hasn’t killed me yet.
From the way the ghost woman’s face twitches, I can clearly see that she is having the same thoughts as me. But she thinks better of it and answers, "I am saving them." Her voice is full of breaths, it seems like the gravitational pressure is forcing her limbs apart from inside.
"Who? And from who exactly?" I ask, taking a tiny step toward her before Kian grabs the metal chain of the handcuff and shoves me back toward him. I stumble back and fuss at him—I imagine myself to be the tiger but from the twinkle and amusement in Kian’s eyes, I am just a cat.
"I am saving the girls from their predators." The ghost woman grinds out through her clenched teeth.
"By becoming their predator," Kian concludes, a sinister gleam flickering through the coolness of his sea-like blue eyes. "Right?"
"You are wrong." The woman hisses, somehow managing to lift her head from the wall and baring her teeth at Kian, fighting against the gravitational force. "Those men are fucking assholes! They would kill them if I didn’t kill them myself! They would have ended like me!" Her voice is a burst of suffocating resentment, but it can’t fully mask the slight tremor of her voice.
"What do you mean?" I raise an eyebrow. Suddenly, a wave of goosebumps breaks out through my skin, and I shudder as Kian leans in, so close that I can feel his hot breath fanning against the back of my neck and earlobe.
"Let me do the talking, Lain." He whispers and it goes straight to the region below my stomach, my toes curling, "I don’t like people butting in my business. And don’t go too close to her. She is like a poisonous flower. She can kill you just with the scent of her body."
I am embarrassed for three reasons. First, I am
actually
butting in someone else’s business and acting like a nosy neighbor. Second, I am shivering, and my cheeks are reddening for all the wrong reasons. And those reasons have NOTHING to do with the situation right now and everything to do with Kian’s proximity and husky voice. Third, I should know better than getting close to a resentful ghost. They bear too many resentments to be healthy for any human body.
"I was killed." The ghost woman says quietly when I step behind Kian, ready to let him take control for now.
"We can see that." Kian refers to the ghost woman’s upbringing, "You can start with your name and the things necessary to take a look inside your background." Kian sounds so out of place for the situation we are in right now that it makes my jaw drop to the ground. "And do not think of defying me. You know, I can crush your soul if you talk out of the line. And it won’t take me as much as snapping my fingers like last time." He smiles, a venomous, most bone-chilling smile I have ever witnessed.
I shudder again. This time, I am a little proud of myself because it is for the right reason.
You have lost it.
I grimace mentally.
I know.
The ghost woman glares at Kian through her blindfolds—or what it seems like from the way her face is inched toward him. Her expression is contemplative before she finally answers, her tone is much calmer now. "My name is Crystal Chadforth. I was the military commander of the borderlines in the south. The borderline between the kingdom of Oblivara and Solaryn. I was killed by my finance, Andreas Norlen. A week ago." Her voice dips with resentment and remorse.
"Who is this Andreas Norlen and Crystal Chadforth?" I whisper to Kian’s ear. I don’t expect him to answer me, but surprisingly, he does. And he sounds patient, nothing less.
"Crystal Chadforth was the reason I was at the borders to the Kingdom of Solaryn in the first place." He explains, slightly tilting toward me so that I don’t have to tiptoe to get to his ear—though I couldn’t anyway. "She has been missing for a few days and the force was facing a liability. She was a formidable ally. So I took matters into my own hands and went to look for her when you showed up."
So apparently, this ghost bitch is the string that pulled Kian to me. Wow...
"She was getting married to the son of a former military man and leaving her position in the front lines." Kian continues, getting closer to me than intended. "But she suddenly disappeared. This Andreas Norlen might be the onymous fiance we are talking about."
I fight the hitch of my breath and keep an unaffected face as I nod in acknowledgment. His face is too close to me for my own good and my heart starts to do the fluttering thing that makes me irritated. It almost overruled my hostility toward him.
Almost
.
"What was his motive for killing you?" Kian turns away from me, finally, allowing a surge of fresh oxygen to ease the burn of my lungs.
"He was jealous," Crystal replies, hostility rolling off her in waves and so dense that I can taste the unpleasant taste on my tongue and feel the ice cubes on my skin.
"Jealous of what?" Kian promotes.
"Jealous of me."