Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Thirty: Lisa

Queerly I was relieved when they left me alone with Julie. There was a lot I had to explain to that girl so she would stop blaming herself for what she did.

I could tell by sitting just right here that she was letting herself drown in her remorse.

However, my mind was kept drifting towards the conversation they might be having outside these four walls.

I wished I had Edward’s heightened hearing so I could actually eavesdrop without getting caught.

I could always but guess what they were talking about since I was on the top of that hit-list they were investigating and their most prominent—and only chance at finding out about whoever that possessed Julie last night.

Even though I barely knew any one of them, I knew or at least predicted how Edward must’ve been reacting to this particular incident.

In his mind there was a red light beaming from the picture of that one renowned legend.

He must be explaining them that Mason was behind this all and the possession but I knew better and I wouldn’t waste my information on someone who didn’t trust me enough—Malcolm, that guy would always be a mystery to me as well as a misery.

If it hadn’t been for Edward, I was pretty sure he could’ve had tortured me until I had told him every single detail about the night despite my condition and state of mind.

I was far more than glad knowing it didn’t happen the way Malcolm had wanted.

“I’m sorry.”

I quickly looked at Julie and realized me and my thoughts weren’t alone.

She was far too skinny just like me and had lost the blush on her cheeks that demonstrated her as a human. Her hair was a mess and in a bun and her face had gone pallor.

There were dark pits beneath her eyes that proved her growing hunger along with the desire that dripped from her crimson lenses.

I knew not if it was the right thing or wrong as the thought of comforting her made its way into my head.

Nevertheless in that moment, nothing mattered as I put my entire weight on my legs and walked unpretentiously towards the edge of her bed.

The edge of the mattress was flowing down as half of it was still covered around her, furnishing some thick warmth.

I made my way towards her and sat on the edge of the bed with her right in front of me.

I wanted this to be a face-to-face interaction otherwise she’d just forget it afterwards and would take this lightly.

I placed my hand atop of hers and with the other lifted her chin to make her avert her gaze from her lap to my eyes.

I ran slow strokes on the inside of her hand as my lips began to move, “It’s not your fault.”

”I tried to kill you, of course it is my fault.” She retorted between her sobs as more tears streamed down her cheeks.

“You didn’t know.”

I said bringing her face closer and stroked her cheek with my thumb, “You were possessed. There wasn’t anything you or anyone could've done about it.” I explained.

I could feel the gravity of my voice that was laced with care and a deep compassion for those I cared about.

“But—”

I didn’t let her continue as I shook my head and pressed my index finger on her lips furiously to stop them. “No buts.” I ended.

She didn’t argue anymore.