Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Nineteen: Edward

It was Malcolm.

I remembered him from the old days in the high school of our vampire society. He was my senior and yet he hadn't changed a bit—one of the several perks of vampirism.

He had been known for always possessing a somber personality, open-minded and absolutely frank.

The ladies around us drooled over him—didn't matter if they were humans or vampires. He had this aura that made the people around him feel out of harm's way.

He'd always considered me his little brother, one he’d always protected even if the consequences were damned and yet his presence didn't take away the pain with which I was hit a while ago.

I deliberately dropped her and felt a little less than any pain when I heard her crying.

Why should I care about her feelings if she couldn't give a damn about mine? If only she knew how messed up all of this was and how much chaos was revolting in my head!

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your lady Ed?" He said invading my mind.

I peeked at her over my shoulder and the annoyance was vivid like winter morning mist on the ground on her face.

I decided to continue our little skirmish until she finally would come to me and admit it was her fault.

"She's no one important." I waved my hands nonchalantly and walked towards him, almost jumped.

Malcolm invited me with open arms and hugged me back. It felt so great to finally be at ease after so long.

I wondered the last time I'd felt so good about something or someone—and of course it was before my universe intertwined with hers.

"Where have you been  young man?" He asked grinning widely.

"Just running some errands." I responded drawing back from him.

"So I'm your ‘errand’ now?" She scolded from behind and the voice sounded like it’d escaped from cynically pouted lips.

I sighed out of impatience and gave her a hard glare she couldn't ignore.

This girl, this perfect example of a nuisance human being, I wished wholeheartedly at that moment if perhaps Mason would not worry much if I dropped her off in two pieces.

"Who's that ‘no one important’ again?" Malcolm asked pointing towards her.

I wasn't in my right head to explain him everything that had happened in the last week, how I ended up in Riverdale with this borderline exasperating girl.

"Long story Mal." I shook my head in a tedious mood.

"Well  you can tell me all about it on the way." He insisted shaking my right shoulder.

“I’ve got nothing but time.”

We both glanced in her direction to call her attention and even then, knowing too well our intention, she stood glued to the ground in out-and-out remonstration.

"Aren't you coming?" Malcolm asked politely. Too polite for a vampire.

"No." She rebuked rather quite smoothly judging by the mood on her face.

Malcolm stared at me in a state of befuddlement. His brows knitted together to form wrinkles between his forehead. Awe was clear on his face, unbalanced between fear and appreciation.

I knew begging her wouldn't have gotten us anywhere and I would've given anything at the moment to have a glass of neat AB Positive.

So I ran along the narrow path until I got in front of her and as she blinked a couple of times to predict my next actions, I hauled her up throwing her on my shoulder and returned back to him as she quivered persistently to reach out of my grasp.