Ice God and The Lady - Chapter 43
Chapter 43
“You slept?”
Cahill whispered in her ear with a subtle anticipation as his lingering lips licked the back of her neck.
“Uung…”
It was itchy, so Holly rubbed and dug into his arms. Not knowing that it was he who disturbed her own sound sleep. Though with his arms wrapped around her back, he made her feel better, and he kissed the nape of her neck deeply as she approached him.
As she shivered in the cold night air, Cahill ran his hand over her shoulder. He could feel goosebumps welling up under his palms. Realizing that his body wasn’t very helpful in conveying warmth, he pulled the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around her body.
He laid Holly on the bed and lay next to her.
Even for two people, the bed was small, so he held her tight to keep her from falling to the floor.
“Uung, stop…”
As he pulled her into his arms, Holly let out a pained sound as usual. Cahill, who was pulling her waist to reach her a little more, wrinkled his brow disapprovingly.
“Say it’s nice, even in your dreams.”
He pursed his lips and grumbled before defiantly wrapping his arms and legs around her body. Holly, who was perfectly tied up, groaned in frustration, then relaxed her body.
Watching her nervously, Cahill eventually buried his nose in her hair and closed his eyes in case she woke up.
Holly, who was trying to toss and turn in her sleep, was startled when she couldn’t move as she wanted.
Her body stiffened, unable to move.
‘…What is this?’
Fear of not being able to move weighed on her. She twisted her body desperately before something pressed harder on her.
“Hu…!”
Holly opened her eyes in surprise, and her mouth was blocked. The body heat pressing down on her struggling body was familiar. Her eyes blinked, enchanted by his cold touch. However, it was dark so she couldn’t see very well.
“It’s an attack.”
Cahill whispered in a low voice when she stopped moving. Hearing the familiar voice, it was only then that she sensed a faint light streaming in from a corner.
Holly turned her head in surprise.
At her eye level, there was a small hole the size of one of her fingers. The corner of the bed looked small through the hole. It was only after seeing it that she realized that she was now in the built-in closet in the room.
The small hole through which the outside could be seen was where the handle was.
Holly carefully moved her body so as not to make a sound and looked outside. Three men, all wrapped in black cloth, stood in the middle of the room holding long knives. A dark red tattoo was visible on the inside of the wrist holding the knife.
As she glanced at the men and saw the sharp, shining blade, her heart sank.
“Who are these people?”
The Torimas gang, who lent money to her parents, were bullies in the neighborhood. They gave off a terrifying atmosphere as they had lived with the blood of others. Still, this was on a different level from the sharp energy the men barely visible through their masks gave.
At that moment, Holly’s mind flashed with the image of Cahill boasting about his money at the restaurant. The gazes glistened greedily at him.
‘…Did they follow us from there?’
“They are after me.”
When Cahill confessed with a shy smile, Holly just nodded her head with a face as if she knew it.
“I thought I killed everyone when I entered the cave, but there must have been more colleagues.”
However, she couldn’t stay calm about what he said next. Holly stared blankly at Cahill, who muttered, “I don’t know why they only visit at times like this.”
“Have they been chasing you before?”
When asked again, he smiled and nodded his head.
“So, I wasn’t the only one getting chased…?”
“I thought they must have given up long ago.”
Holly let out a shaky breath.
“But, why are they here? Are they so strong that even you can’t beat them?”
The body that had been relaxed stiffened with tension again. Cahill was the strongest man she had ever seen. So, when she thought that someone stronger than him was chasing them, her eyes widened.
Holly’s trembling hands gripped his hand in her lap.
“Originally, I thought it would be annoying so I was going to leave you there.”
Cahill glanced at the hand she was holding and then narrowed his eyes. Holly frowned at the words that casually treated her as an obstacle. Still, she should be thankful that he took care of her safety even while she was unconscious.
“Though when I came in, it looked like the cave.”
The warm breath tickled. This was a narrow space where it was hard even to stretch the legs properly. As he said, the interior, so dark that the outline of his face was barely visible, indeed resembled a cave.
Holly grabbed the blanket wrapped around her body with her hand as her eyes were trembling in confusion. Meanwhile, seeing her nodding up and down with a benign face, Cahill lowered his body.
At that moment, Holly’s body moved on her own.
Crash, bang!
The sound of something heavy falling to the floor brought her eyes back to focus.
When she flinched at the dazzling light, Cahill was already surrounded by men in black masks. The man standing in the front alternately looked at Cahill rolling to the floor and at Holly’s legs stretched out over the closet door.
Holly crouched down hastily, fearing that the masked man might grab her.
“Never mind me, do your business.”
Holly smiled awkwardly as the curious eyes focused on her, then stretched out her arm to close the closet door. The narrow, dark closet was cozy.
As the closet door slammed shut, Cahill rose slowly. There was no expression on his face, and he was so calm that his stumble just now was an illusion.
The next moment, he spread his palms toward the ceiling and flicked his fingers. Tension stood in the eyes of the men who faced the cold eyes, and the lips of the man in the middle of the three masked men slowly parted.
“Oh!”
Suddenly, the old closet door creaked open. Holly shrugged as the men’s eyes returned to her. Besides, they were carrying sharp knives.
“I’m sorry for being busy, but I have something I really need to say…”
She nodded at the masked men and turned his head towards Cahill. His pupils moved busily, looking at the masked men.
“Take care of it cleanly. You know what I mean?”
Holly glared at him and asked. The horrifying sight of dark red blood staining the pure white snow field has not been erased from her mind. Even though it was late at night, she couldn’t leave a memory like that to the gracious innkeeper who opened the door and accepted her as a guest.
But suddenly, Cahill came to her. He was narrowing his brows as if he was disapproving of something.
“What’s wrong?”
She could not hide her surprise as she alternately looked at the men with weapons and Cahill, who turned his back to them.
“You’re saying I couldn’t tear them up, right?”
Cahill, who was staring at the masked people, said calmly and tidied up the blanket Holly was covering herself with. Because she got down on her knees and got up halfway through, the slit in the blanket had opened up, revealing her bare legs.
“Tore, tore them up…”
No matter how low he lowered his voice, it was heart in the small room. The men’s faces beneath the masks subtly hardened hearing the story of their fate unfolding before their eyes.
“Then, have a good time.”
Shocked, Holly quickly closed the closet door and disappeared again. At the same time, the thin smile that hung on Cahill’s lips was erased.
“Cleanly… Then, can I just freeze them and throw them out?”
He muttered quietly and took one step at a time toward the men. The masked people backed away at the chilling energy that came over them.
“Ah, is it the same as tearing when it’s broken?”
The masked people, who had been torn and broken several times in Cahill’s head, shuddered. Perhaps because of the atmosphere, the temperature in the room seemed to drop.
“Wait! We have no intention of fighting.”
The man in the middle spoke urgently, perhaps he was the captain. Cahill tilted his head to the side.
“Then, what did you come for?”
The man let out a sigh of relief, probably thinking that he would listen.
“The client asked me to convey this.”
While the man rummaged through his arms and handed out a letter, Cahill just stared at it as if he had no intention of accepting it.
“Really? What should I do? I had the intention to fight.”
Until they broke in, he was half-asleep with Holly’s body odor. Because of that, he was disturbed when he was having the feeling that even just breathing was good.
The masked men, who felt his murderous breath, flinched with their swords. They came to deliver a letter but instead got into a battle. Moreover, even though the opponent did not have a weapon, the aura he exuded was unusual.
‘I can’t harm the target…’
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