Found Obsession

Chapter 107: Happy New Years

HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE. 

Happy reading

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Rose felt a flicker of surprise at his persistence. She picked up the note, reading the question twice before looking up to meet his eyes.

Before she could respond, he grabbed another piece of paper, his frustration evident in the swift, aggressive strokes of his pen.

Mark Delaney said Jonathan and you had nothing going on, that it was an agreement. Answer me.

Her breath caught in her throat. Mark said that? Why?

Why had it been important for Mark to tell that to Elijah?

Rose swallowed hard, forcing herself to find her voice.

"Did you... torture Mark in any way?" she whispered, her tone cautious.

Elijah's gaze darkened slightly, but his response came without hesitation.

No. He was different.

Rose blinked, unsure how to process his answer. She knew that without suppressing her emotions through the mark, anger would have bubbled to the surface, and perhaps tears would have followed.

"How did you kill him?" she asked, her voice quieter now. "Was it painful?"

Elijah's gray eyes met hers, searching, as if trying to understand what she truly wanted to know.

No pain. No torture. Just went to sleep peacefully, he wrote.

Rose didn't ask the obvious follow-up: Was it because of the lists? She didn't want to hear the confirmation aloud.

Instead, she turned her attention to her food, forcing herself to focus on the meal in front of her. The silence hung heavy between them until she spoke again, her words deliberate:

"I've slept with Jonathan—"

The reaction was immediate. Elijah's hands tightened, his posture shifting as if he were about to throw everything on the table to the floor. His eyes darkened completely, the storm within him threatening to unleash.

"But," she said quickly, her voice firm, "if your question was more about, if I've had sex with him, then no."

She watched as the rage flickered and dimmed, his eyes slowly returning to their usual stormy gray.

Rose took a deep breath, steadying herself as she tied the blindfold around her eyes, her movements slow and deliberate.

"I've only been with you," she added, her voice soft but unwavering.

The air between them shifted, the tension morphing into something heavier, something more intimate.

Rose tried to focus on calming her nerves, though the tension in the air was palpable. Clearing her throat softly Rose shifted the conversation.

"You can eat anything you want," she said awkwardly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Serve yourself."

The words felt clumsy, but she needed to break the silence. Rose's own hunger gnawed at her, and she managed to start eating, even as her nerves made every bite feel heavier than it should.

Then she heard it—the faint sound of him unclipping his mask.

Her chewing slowed, her ears attuned to every movement he made. She heard him grabbing things from the table, the quiet clink of utensils and plates shifting. Her thoughts wandered, curiosity bubbling up despite herself. Why wasn't he with his friends celebrating?