What Lies Beneath

Chapter 24 (ii)

For the first time in forever Misha saw fear and worry washing over his face, that she couldn't confirm was for her. She seemed lost in her own thoughts, when Ishaan asked her again, narrowing his eyes.

"Misha, how did you get this!?"

The girl blinked, coming back to the present and replied. "I fell from the stairs while coming down just now."

As soon as the sentence finished, she covered her mouth with the palm of her both hands. Realising, what just slipped out of her mouth right now!

Ishaan's brows frowned in a way as if he had heard a foreign language, which he couldn't decode. "What?"

Misha shook her head, placing her hanky back in its place, she mustered slowly. "Nothing."

"You got hurted on the neck because you fell down from the stairs!?" He repeated, feeling unbelievable.

Her face scrunched up in confirmation that he'd heard her every word of it clearly. She regretted this moment from the bottom of her heart. Being left with no other choice, she accepted her fate. "Please don't tell anyone about this."

Ishaan half laughed, half scoffed. "What the hell are you talking about Misha?"

Without changing his position he flipped the rear view mirror of the car with his hand in her direction, showing her a clear image of her wound.

"You got this MARK on your neck, because you fell from the stairs!?"

It was a moment of confusion for both of them. They both were unable to understand what was so hard in it, that the former were unable to see and understand?

Misha's brows frowned as she looked in the mirror, getting flustered by his continuous remark.

The wound she was trusting would be a thin line of cut was actually circular in appearance, puncturing her skin at many spots. Some were light and superficial but some were very dark, deeply penetrating in her skin, bulging her flesh that was smeared with blood.

It was a bite mark of a vampire.

She took a proper glance at her injury before nodding her head in a yes. As though, she was making any sense right now.

Stunned, Ishaan returned to his place in an instant. Without saying a word, he came out from the car and walked to the other side where Misha was sitting.

He opened the door and waited for her to come out but when she didn't, as she was utterly puzzled by his actions, he held her by the arm and pulled her out.

Misha wanted to yelp. There was already pain in her whole body, especially the upper part and both arms but she held it in. Shutting the door behind, Ishaan slammed her on the car and planted his left hand beside her stance.

They were both facing each other with different emotions. Misha was more confused and scared while Ishaan was rather getting rageful.

Her left hand was still somewhere near her neck as Ishaan grabbed it to keep it in the air, preventing to cover her wound again. She felt a shriek of pain arising in her wrist where he had grabbed her, and she couldn't hold her cry inside anymore.

"Ahh- my hand."

Ishaan was definitely about to say something when stopped immediately. Hearing her cry, his grip on her hand loosened as he stared at her with surprise.

He wasn't even holding her that tightly.

Inching backward, he examined her wrist that was still in his hold, only to find a fresh red bruise already imprinted there.