Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0327

Liam's POV

The searing white light swallowed us whole, and for a moment, it felt as though we were suspended in nothingness. Then, just as abruptly, the brilliance faded, leaving us in a dim haze. My stomach churned violently as if my insides had been twisted and wrung out. A throbbing pain pulsed behind my eyes, and every muscle in my body felt like jelly.

I stumbled forward, my legs barely supporting me. The floor beneath me was cool and smooth-marble? I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the blur from my vision. The air here was... different. It was crisp, almost too clean, carrying a faint scent of unfamiliar blossoms mixed with something electric that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Chase groaned beside me, collapsing onto his knees. "Ugh, I feel like I just got off the world's worst roller coaster," he muttered, clutching his stomach.

I forced myself to stand upright, taking in our surroundings. We were in a vast room, more opulent than anything I'd ever seen. Towering columns of polished stone soared toward an arched ceiling adorned with intricate mosaics depicting celestial scenes-constellations intertwined with mythical creatures and swirling galaxies golden light filtered through stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colours onto the gleaming marble floor.

Along the walls, tapestries woven with threads of silver and gold depicted battles and ceremonies from eras long past. Elegant furniture crafted from dark woods and inlaid with mother-of-pearl lined the room. Shelves held ancient tomes and artefacts that seemed to hum with latent energy.

In the centre of the room stood an ornate bed draped in luxurious silks and velvets of deep blues and purples. Knox was lying on it, his eyes open and alert. Colour had returned to his cheeks, and he appeared unscathed, a stark contrast to the dire state he'd been in moments before.

"Knox?" I called out, my voice echoing slightly in the vast chamber.

"Liam? What's going on? Where are we?" He sat up slowly, flexing his fingers. Before I could answer, Chase let out a low whistle.

"Well, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," he quipped. I turned to glare at him. Chase was still wearing those ridiculous pink sweatpants-Charlotte's that were now torn and stained from our earlier struggles. His shirt was missing entirely, revealing a myriad of scratches and bruises that twisted across his tattooed torso. Despite our precarious situation, he managed to smirk, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Seriously?" I snapped. "This isn't the time for jokes."

eyes. I couldn't argue with that, but his nonchalance grated on me. "We have no idea where we are, how we got here, or what's happening to us. Maybe focus on that instead

the side of the bed, testing his weight. "I feel... fine," he expressed, astonishment evident in his

impossible," I replied. "You were at death's door a minute ago." He gave me

now..." He rolled his shoulders. "Now

was an undercurrent of something unsettling a lingering sense of being watched. Havoc, Knox's

"Feel what?" I questioned.

he whispered. "It's like the air has charged with

I sense it too. We need to be on our guard." I nodded

you're talking about, boys; it feels great.. like breathing pure energy and.." Knox took a few steps forward,

and together, we lifted him back onto the bed. His

happening to him?" Chase asked, panic creeping

He was fine just a moment ago," I replied, frustration

convulse, his body wracked with violent tremors. His eyes rolled back, and a guttural sound escaped his lips. Without warning, he started vomiting a thick, black substance-it oozed out like tar staining the pristine sheets and emitting

burned my nostrils.

ordered, grabbing a cloth from a nearby table and trying to wipe away the viscous liquid. But it kept coming, an endless flow that defied

on, buddy,

his knuckles white from the strain.

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desperate than the last. His body temperature fluctuated wildly-one

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