Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 44: The Nun

Chapter 44: The Nun
LIAM
Tell me Kian is messing with me again. He has to. Because how the fuck do we
walk
in the snow this thick?! Gods save me. I am not doing this.
I stand still, glaring at Kian with so much distraught that I never knew I could muster.
"What?" He barks.
"What do you mean, ’What’?" I bellow back, "How are we supposed to walk in this weather?" I slay my hands to my side in complete exasperation, disbelief settling into the grooves of my face.
"Just like me." Kian gestures at himself, then the blond woman beside him and the stone-faced guard behind me, "Just like us, how else?"
I stare at him as if trying to see if he has grown two heads on his shoulder. Nope. Just one, still there.
My nostrils flare, and I drop to the snow-coated ground, "No way in the freaking hell, I am going there like this." I cross my arms over my chest adamantly, "The cult is several kilometers away. And if I have to walk there in this weather I might as well die."
Jennifer chuckles, "Kian, handle your captive. I am going ahead." She eyes me amusedly and then starts to make her way through the dense snow effortlessly.
I assume there was a snowstorm last night, and the layer of the snow has thickened today. I am still wearing Kian’s shirt from last night underneath my much-thin layer of sweaters to save myself from freezing to death. Kian didn’t ask me to give it back and I didn’t bother to give it back to him.
Kian looks down at me from his spot several feet away from me, his palms planted on his hips and his lips thin, "You won’t go?" He asks, his tone bland.
I huff, my breath puffing out and turning into mist, "No. I am sitting here."
Kian pauses slightly, before approaching me with long strides. "I am asking you for the last time." He says, his eyes dropping to mine as I look up at his towering finger, my head tilted back.
"No—"
The word is yet to fall from my lips when Kian hefts me on his shoulder effortlessly as if I am a potato sack, yet my weight might as well be nothing. A gasp and a yelp rip out of my throat, caught completely off guard by his abrupt action.
"What are you doing? Put me down!" I start to thrash around and throw my arms and legs with full force, but Kian might as well be hit by a wave of wind.
He doesn’t budge or show any emotion as his one arm secures me on his shoulder firmly, and he starts to work as smoothly as if he is not walking through the path of snow.
I keep thrashing around for a while before conceding as a thought dawns on me, "Good, good. Keep carrying me! I won’t have to walk."
Just as I say this, Kian tosses me off his shoulder and onto the snowy. I yelp.
He looks at me and offers me his get-under-your-skin-smile, "Now, walk on your own, your majesty." He starts to walk off, followed by a struggling Fred, who still doesn’t show any emotion.
I curse at him. He did it on purpose, so that I can’t return to the cottage as I don’t know the direction and forced to follow after him.
I, at last, accept my fate and struggle after them.
Damn him. He may rot in the fiery depth of the hell and I may be the one to send him there.
***
After struggling and crushing for what seems like an eternity, we at least arrive at the cult headquarters.
I cursed my fill for the year.
I look up at the looming cathedral, my head craned back. It sends off a dozen alarming bells inside my head just by looking at it. My instincts scream at me and tell me that this place is bad news and I should stay the hell away from it. But the question is, have I ever backed down from as challenging as it is? Answer: Nope. Never.
Something dark claws down my spine and I shiver as I loom back down at the towering metal gates of the cathedral. I wonder if this is the cathedral I am looking for. If it is, then I swear that the God of Luck is on a temporary vacation because there is no way in the hell I am getting this lucky.
"This is it?" I ask, originally intended to Kian but Jennifer answers instead.
"Most seemingly." Jennifer gives me a tight nod, "The cult isn’t actually any secret. But you know the eerie vibe they radiate, it keeps the ’normal’ commoners away."
I nod, acknowledging what she just said before shifting my attention back to the gates.
"Greetings." A blank female voice and a ghastly pale face pop out of nowhere before me, and I startle and stumble back, falling on my butt.
"What the...?" I wheeze in pain.
Kian looks down at me and looks like he is damaging an organ or two to hold back his laughter. I grimace and glare at him.
"I am here to escort you inside, dear sirs and madam." The nun—or at least dressed like one—says, her face is paler than any ghost I have ever seen, including Crystal, who hasn’t contacted me yet.
"Our pleasure." Jennifer smiles politely as the gates swing open, making an eerie screeching noise as it opens slowly.
The nun looks down at me; her eyes are so lifeless and cold that it makes me turn on my heel and run the hell away from her. She then turns around and starts to walk inside, followed by everyone else.
I climb back on my feet as I crush my breath and pat the snow off my clothes.
"Master."
Crystal’s voice suddenly evaporates the tranquility—which is not quite tranquil—of my mind.
"Crystal?"
I blurt out inside my head.
"This is the cult you are looking for, master. The Crimson Pact.