Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0329

Liam's POV

A figure stepped into the doorway-a woman, ethereal and otherworldly. She wore flowing robes of deep emerald that seemed to shimmer with their own inner light. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, and her eyes glowed with an unsettling white intensity. Long hair, the colour of moonlight, cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that was both hauntingly beautiful and deeply unnerving as she pursed those bright pink lips as if us being here was a nuisance.

"Is he dead?" she asked calmly, her voice carrying a melodic yet chilling tone that sent a shiver down my spine. The glimmer in her eyes suggested she already knew the answer. Her gaze held a hint of amusement as if she relished the tension her words created. It was clear she was asking merely for effect, savouring our uncertainty and distress.

Chase and I exchanged a tense glance. Instinctively, I stepped protectively between her and Knox, my muscles tensing. But her eyes remained fixed on Knox, a slight lift to the corner of her lips betraying a hint of smugness. It was as if she knew more about him about all of us-than she let on.

"Knox, I assume," she said, her gaze roaming over him appraisingly. There was an unsettling confidence in her demeanour, as though she held all the cards in a game we didn't even know we were playing.

"Who are you?" I demanded, my voice harsher than intended. "What do you want?" She tilted her head slightly, a curious smile playing on her lips.

"You're in no position to ask questions, but perhaps I can be of assistance," she replied smoothly.

"You?" Chase whispered aimlessly, and I noticed him staring at her intently, a flicker of recognition in his eyes.

"Me." She smiled rather too sweetly for my liking. Looking back at Chase it was as if he had seen her before, though I couldn't fathom how that was possible. His usual bravado seemed diminished in her presence, replaced by a mix of awe and uncertainty. "Can you help him?" Chase interjected, desperation overriding caution. His voice wavered slightly, betraying the depth of his concern.

forward. Her movements were fluid, almost as if she were gliding rather than walking. "But help often comes at a

with beings like her. Stories of deities and spirits demanding steep payments for their aid flashed through my mind. I was well aware of the costs such entities could demand, and I wasn't eager to make a deal without knowing the

arriving intensified with her presence. But

palpable. He took a step toward her, his fists clenched at his sides. The urgency

She smiled wider, revealing unnaturally white and sharp canines. I hesitated, glancing

edging into my tone. "One moment, we were elsewhere, and then there was a bright light." The memory was hazy and disjointed. My head

"Interesting. Very interesting," she

murmured, her eyes narrowing

studied

his expression guarded.

I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. She laughed softly,

as if I'd asked the most obvious question in the world. "And not where you were meant to be." Knox stirred slightly on the bed, a weak groan escaping his lips. His face contorted in pain, and sweat

regarded me for a

word, she glided over to the bed. noticed that her feet didn't quite touch the floor, as if she were floating just above it. Placing a delicate

in a warm

pulsed gently.

tension easing from his face. The ashen pallor of his skin began