Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 35: Compromise

Chapter 35: Compromise
LIAM
I would pay to see Vivana ragging and burning the palace down with the flames she summoned. She is a fire wielder and she has brilliant flames. They have always fascinated me. And what fascinates me 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 momentarily 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 accomplishment. 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 me 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 amusement 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 me 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 me. 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 me through the mirror, raising an eyebrow, "What was what?"
Just the look in his eyes makes me 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 me. "This sudden room arrangement," I say pointedly, referring to his room.
Kian spins around, crosses his arms over his broad chest, copying my movement as he leans against the dresser, "I just figured that handcuffing you with me is pretty inconvenient. So I dropped the idea and decided to move you into my room so that you have your sweet time plotting my murder." He offers me 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 simmers my every word.
"What kind of person would I be if I can’t grant my companion a small chance to murder me?" 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 same poison-dipped smile.
He stares at me, 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 someone. Maybe, no, for sure, Kian does the same.
Neither of us backs down from our heated staring competition until Jennifer comes 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 me off. And he is applying one of them to me right now.
"I am not giving up on my bed, so if you don’t want to sleep in the same bed with me 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 me 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.