Semua Bab Demon's Obsession - I'm Bound to Him: Bab 181 - Bab 190

I narrowed my eyes, gritting my teeth as defiance surged within me. "Or what?" I spat, raising my chin in challenge.A sinister smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and with deliberate slowness, he raised the blade in his hand. The cold steel kissed my temple, trailing down the side of my face with maddening gentleness, before resting lightly against the curve of my neck.His voice dropped to a venomous whisper, so close that every word felt like a dagger slicing into me. "Just know this—I am not merciful. I won’t let you go." His smile deepened, twisting into something darker. "But I won’t kill you either, though I will make you beg for them both!"The blade pressed just enough to send a warning shiver through my body, though it only broke my skin a little bit."One by one," he continued, his words soaked in malice, "I will wipe out every last one of your friends. And I will make sure you watch them suffer, helpless and broken. I’ll burn every tree under which you seek shelter. I

His hands found my shoulders, his grip firm but gentle, grounding me when everything else felt uncertain. He smiled, and though his expression was warm, there was a flicker of something deeper—something raw—just beneath the surface. "I promise, we’ll get through this together," he said.His voice wavered ever so slightly, and that’s when I noticed the tears brimming in his eyes. They didn’t fall, nor did he swallow them down. Instead, they lingered there, a testament to the pain he was carrying but refusing to let loose.And then, he reached for my hand. His fingers tangled with mine, and I couldn’t help but stare at the connection. The warmth of his touch spread through me, grounding and disarming all at once. I looked up at him, my gaze searching his face.What was it that gave him this strength? Was it love—the kind I had never fully given him? Or was it the pain I had inflicted upon him, a wound I had carved into him without realizing the depth of it? Whatever it was, I wished I h

"Now we just have to find a way to kill him!" she chirped, her joy almost sincere as she held out the *Tome of Deeds,*. “We’ll handle it first thing in the morning,” Hennia declared, stretching her arms high above her head before collapsing onto the ground. Her exhaustion was visible, and soon enough, she stopped even pretending to move.Truthfully, I wasn’t doing any better either. My body felt heavy, my mind foggy with fatigue. The group collectively surrendered to sleep, the weight of the day pulling us under like an irresistible tide.But as the camp descended into silence, a faint sound stirred Chen awake. Muffled sobs pierced through the stillness. His brows furrowed as he squinted in the dim moonlight, his senses sharpening. Slowly, he propped himself up and scanned the shadows. It didn’t take long for him to realize the source of the soft weeping: Victoria.She sat hunched, her back to him, but her trembling shoulders betrayed her unease. Quietly, Chen got to his feet, his m

He sat there, his figure framed by the restless trees, his dark hair tousled by the wind. There was something about him in this moment—something unguarded, almost ethereal. Watching him, I couldn’t help but feel like I was falling for him all over again, the emotions stirring within me as fresh and raw as the first time. My thoughts swirled as I gazed at him. *Why don’t we just stay here? Just for a while. Let the rest wait until tomorrow. The predator who’s been hunting us is finally trapped, locked in a trap he can’t break out of.* The thought was tempting, almost hypnotic. But as quickly as the hope surfaced, reality struck me like a blade. A chilling reminder whispered through my mind: the Darklord possesses a mortal body. What if he killed Evan? What if he finds a new host? We couldn’t risk it. Not now. I forced myself to move, shaking off the fleeting comfort of the moment. Scrambling to my feet, I extended my hand toward Dominic. Without hesitation, he took it, his stro

"Just like that foolish hare in the fable, you keep making one reckless mistake after another," he sneered, his sharp eyes gleaming with amusement. I met his gaze, unflinching, my pulse pounding in my ears. "You’re in a trap! My trap! But you won’t let that oversized ego of yours waver, will you?" I spat. His smirk deepened, twisting into something almost predatory. "Are you so certain it’s me caught in your little web, and not the other way around?" His words sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to let him see it. "You’re just as much of a fool as she was," he taunted, his laughter dark and cruel. My breath hitched. I didn’t need to ask who *she* was. I already knew. My fingers curled into a fist, nails biting into my palm. I didn’t have time for this. I picked the blade from the corner of the room and turned toward the exit. "Oh, I almost forgot!" he called after me, his voice laced with mockery. "She was delicious. Sweet. Every. Last. Drop and piece." His word