Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Twenty Nine: Edward

Her answer left Malcolm with no words at all. I saw his face at the moment and it seemed like the ground had slipped underneath his feet.

He was surely taken aback by her so calmed outburst. We knew well what she meant behind that sentence. We knew well her intention as we exchanged looks among ourselves.

Malcolm and Rory were the most troubled with Lisa’s new attitude—sure she was a bratty teenager but this sudden change in her way of speech, as if her tone was laced with the venom of her intention but she played it so softly on her lips like there was an angel talking among us.

That wasn’t all. The way she walked, looked, and talked with honey-coated sarcasms in her speech, it made me worry about her, her health.

She’d already faced far too complicated and dangerous challenges and what she saw last night must’ve shaken her too much to think straight.

To think that your last moments would be spent by begging your friend to let you live was terrifying and gruesome.

“Fine then.” Malcolm sighed awkwardly standing up on his feet.

I stayed glued to Lisa’s side all the while Malcolm inquired Julie and Martha some more based on the theory he’d been able to get out of Lisa.

I stayed by her side because I had this strange feeling in my gut telling me that something was off about her, something had changed about her.

My demon and I, we both were unsatisfied and trying to get a good look of her soul. I wanted to gaze down into her eyes and be able to tell what she was denying to speak up.

What could be more terrifying than seeing a pool of water get turned into a gloomy drain?

Oh right! Possession.

That was a new case. I’d never seen a possession in my lifetime and was hoping to never face one again.

Though I saw none of it, hearing about it was enough to make me change my mind. Besides, the aftereffects weren’t much pleasant.

When we carried all the girls from the pool to their houses they bled all the way, vomiting blood followed by a nosebleed. However, nothing could compare to what Julie had suffered.

She had thrown up blood when her stupor ended, then a nosebleed followed like the rest, then the blackish veins travelling all over her body started to turn to red and then they went back to their blue and violet shades.

Even now she was having a throbbing headache like someone was hammering her brain. I could hear her thoughts right now but I shunned them out as soon as they came inside my head.

Her head was drowning in guilt and pain and those were the last two things I’d deliberately want for myself. I wondered how she’d make it up to Lisa for almost killing her.

When I’d first found Lisa, I assumed her to be screaming or running or at least panicking in shock as she usually did but when my eyes found her body sitting tired and silently beneath the tree with its branches and leaves giving her a roof, I knew something was off—or rather had a feeling telling me to hold her closely and comfort her—and I listened to it.

She looked dull and pale and had her head buried under her arms that wrapped around her legs, hugging herself closely.

She wasn’t shivering even when she was in nothing but her bra and shorts. She should’ve been frozen by now with this cold but she just sat there, unaffected by it all as if she was lost in another fantasy of hers but it wasn’t a good one either.

I’d craved so much to know what she must’ve be thinking and knowing the thought had to be a painful one, it didn’t stop me from trying.

And for once I was able to look into her mind and read her reflections and that brought me a grave relief but it didn’t last forever.