Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Forty: Lisa

Arrow. It must've been unquestionably the doing of an arrow.

My back still hurt as I tried to adjust with lamplight above my head, jerking left and right like the bed I was on.

At first the light had made me squint but then I quickly adjusted with it.

I'd tried to wake up and sit but it just gave me more pain and sore so I let that thought slip away and just lay there, immobilized as a corpse focusing on the light as it nearly blinded me.

All that I'd learnt in the past few minutes, ever since I came back to life from my temporary purgatory in my deep subconscious, was that I was in a ship and in a room, alone.

However I didn't have the energy to wake up and investigate so I just waited for my abductor to come and pay me a visit and deeply wished that it was Edward otherwise I'd have killed myself—probably.

The room was no big; it was as small as a cabin. There was a door which was probably the entrance and the exit, a cupboard right across the small sofa-length bed I was lying on and a small door beside it which I hoped was the bathroom.

The room was made out of bark and wood and the only source of light was the lamp blazing six feet above my head.

No windows, nothing whatsoever.

There was no warning before the door unbolted and a manly figure came into my perception.

His shoulders were wide and he was wearing a black oxford shirt, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and the top few bottoms of his shirt were undone, giving a good view of his muscular chest.

He walked into the room towards me and with a gentle smile sat on the edge of my bed. His hands quickly found mine and his fingers entangled with my own.

I forced a weak smile to comfort him back as his light brown eyes searched mine for a hint of pain or misery.

"How do you feel?" Edward asked.

"It hurts but fine." I replied honestly drawing all the energy in my body to sit up straight.

He didn't say anything back but his eyes told me that he was guilty.

Usually he'd just apologize if he was unable to save me from pain but right now he was hesitating.

I didn't dwell on that thought much and swiftly asked what had been in my mind for too long.

"Are they . . . okay back at the village?" I asked biting my tongue to not cry as the memory of Julie made its appearance into my mind.

"I haven't gotten much news but to my guess the vampires will win, they always do." He whispered with proud lingering in his tone and the guilt he'd held before promptly moved out.

I might be wrong but something about his style and posture not to mention his aura was incredibly disturbing.

However, I couldn't seem to find out how and why I felt like the way I did when his hands went up to caress my cheek.

He was extremely cold and brawny like made of steel. And his touch, in a way, was different, more careless maybe.

"What's wrong love?" My eyes shot towards at his side.

Did he just call me love?

"Where are we going?" I tried to shift the tension that lurked in my eyes and now in the room.

He seemed to be in a thought before he stood up and opened his mouth to speak but just as soon shut it up as if he was annoyed by something or someone.

My eyes traveled to the door where there was a knock and a man slid inside the room. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes took in the familiar features of the man.