Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Twenty Two: Edward

I followed Lisa's troubled gaze to know where it ended and not surprisingly it was directing towards him.

I gawked as Christophe stood at the threshold away from my clasp―good for him otherwise he would've been on the ground right now for making her passed out on such a short notice.

But he didn't do anything else, except he looked more troubled than her. Did they know each other? What could possibly be the reason strong enough for her to pass out like that just after perceiving an unfamiliar face?

What was I missing? I wasn’t given any report regarding her history with a vampire. Did they leave out a portion of her life too?

And when had Christophe spent a day among humans apart from hunting? He had a long list of questions to sort out for my convenience.

He paced slowly inside the room with light and small steps and I could already hear her breaths trembling from fear and anxiousness.

Her grip on my wrist tightened to an extent that made me quietly growl. The fear was vivid in her eyes and yet troubled as if she didn’t understand something or hadn't been able to recall a piece of her past.

Damn I wished I could read her mind right now!

She silently thrust her arms on her chest, one above the other and stared at him with expectations as if she was waiting and waiting for something.

Meanwhile Christophe wasn't any less dazed than I was, in fact considering his usual careless self, it was a lot to process.

She was getting more scared and obvious about something with the passing second and somehow I felt it would all go away if he did.

So I gripped at his shoulders and hurled them outside along with his pretty face―now a troubled one.

"Ed!" He growled as soon as I let him go.

We were face to face with Malcolm and Jacob who had already the question bank prepared for us. They're just as puzzled as me, Christophe or Elizabeth.

Apparently passing out wasn't a daily event we had here and especially so not after a first encounter.

"What's going on?" Malcolm questioned clearly trying to take over the tension.

Christophe gave him a quick glance and then stared at me as if he was trying to come up with something to blame me for all of this.

"Why is she here, Edward?" He asked and I suspected somewhat a quiver of wariness in his tone.

"I . . . she's my bride-to-be soon."

He scoffed at my answer and gazed at me in disbelief before entirely bursting out.

"Don't lie to me! I know she has something to do with Mason. Just for once Ed, tell me why she's here!" His words took me by surprise.

"How do you know about Mason and her?" Malcolm interrupted.

Jacob and Christophe shot him an unbelievable glare, clearly struck by his words and the fact how much he knew.

If I had to stay in the middle of a vampire colony while carrying out a mission for the person they detested the most, I needed an alibi and a powerful one. I had to tell anyone of them and Malcolm was my all time best option.

“I have to tell you this.” I urged as he moved stealthily across the bristly bushes, trying to avoid the heat lurking in the air.

I’d almost felt tired of following further and my feet came to a halt on our way to the Kismet.