Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Thirty Two: Edward

Malcolm needn’t rest just blood. In a weird sense Lisa was right; I’d never seen Mal act out in a way as furious as he did with Lisa.

He wasn’t completely himself, it was his demon that was on loose and he sought to take what he wanted since day one.

He craved for Lisa’s blood as much as any vampire and I didn’t know how I felt about that.

When I saw her compelled in his arms, a flame grew inside me that was not viable to leave unnoticed.

And just like a madman I threw myself in between him and Lisa but that shock was nothing as compared to the one when she so stiffly put herself between Mal and me.

It ought to scare her but her heartbeat was as stilled as a dead one instead of being an uneven beat.

I was all worked-up when she pulled that stunt expecting some more fight from Malcolm’s side rather than a quick and sincere cooperation.

He was now sucking at his last victim who’d seemed to lose his way. He sucked him dry until there was nothing remained of him.

He let the body fall down on the grass and wiped his mouth off of blood with his sleeves.

He looked better as he turned around to see me watching him intently.

He had gained the perfect shade of red on his face as his paleness declined. He looked more lively and his demon was finally in check but it’d growl loudly again after seeing her.

That was his problem with Lisa, her blood attracted him more than it should have.

“I don’t like your thoughts.” He scolded taking place beside me.

“You could just shut them off.” I reminded gazing towards the clouds.

We were on the crest of one of the highest mountains embracing the cold gales that break through us.

It was peaceful up here, no scream and nothing. It gave me the ability to think over everything, every good thing.

The sky in front of me spread wide and sheer to an infinite line and right there just behind the valley, the sky was reddening.

Every cloud was recovering from the darkness of the recent dawn as the sun little by little started to arise in the horizon.

It was slightly blue from where the first ray came and it mixed with the rest of the floating shadows in the sky.

The darkness was now beginning to fade into a bright blue light as the reddening of the clouds turned to orange, pink and even violet.

This phenomenon made me smile and question everything bad in life. The night had finally faded away and the sun was bit by bit beaming more brightly in the sky.

It was going to be a beautiful day.

The day had finally flickered the darkness away, when was there going to be a day in my life that would take my misery away?

The only bright thing to ever exist in me was stolen long ago and every sparkle that influenced me from the outside someday, somehow died too.

My father, Stacy and now my mother—why couldn’t I hold them close like a piece of hope?

“Probably because we are doomed with an everlasting misery of truth.” Malcolm murmured drawing me from my sorrow.

“And what that might be?” I asked.

He seemed to be thinking for a while before he spoke up quite wretchedly.

“It’s the truth we know most certainly but we do not take it into consideration.” He smiled a little before it quickly vanished without a warning.