Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 349

Chapter 349: Husband’s Whereabouts_Part 3

Minutes stretched into hours as Belle waited for her husband’s return in the room. The rain only seemed to grow stronger, pounding restlessly against the windows and thundering so loud that she couldn’t hear anything beyond it. She paced the room restlessly, moving from the window to the door, trying to calm her anxious mind about his whereabouts.

Could it be that he had already come back and gone straight to the room given to him, believing she must have fallen asleep through this storm by now? Belle wondered, but then quickly dismissed the thought. It was so unlike her husband, no matter what, even if he believed she had fallen asleep, Rohan would still come and check on her.

What could possibly be keeping him out? Or was he somewhere, waiting for the rain to stop before returning? He had once told her that flying in a heavy rain drained him faster.

Belle tried to give her anxious mind reasons not to worry and to think of possible explanations for why he wasn’t here yet, but no matter what she told herself, the unease only seemed to grow heavier in her heart and mind. That morning, she had noticed how disturbed he had looked at breakfast, and she had not gotten the chance to speak with him or ask why he appeared so troubled. She had looked forward to tonight to finally ask him, but now he wasn’t back at all.

What could have made him stay out this late in a foreign land he barely even knew?

Finally, Belle decided she had to go out and check his room to be sure. She had seen the direction he had come from that morning and knew that one of the elegant guest chambers in the house had been assigned to him. With the storm raging and the late hour, everyone had probably already gone to bed and no one would notice her going in that direction.

Belle grabbed a shawl and put it around her neck before leaving her room. The entire corridor was dark, all the lamps and candles already snuffed out by the maids, but she moved forward guided by instinct. Her steps were muted by the sound of rain as she walked down the long halls, where occasional flashes of lightning lit up the windows and cast shadows along the walls.

When Belle reached his room, her heart sank in disappointment, the room was empty. Rohan wasn’t there. The bed was untouched, perfectly made, and the chamber looked as though no one had even lain on it since they had arrived. If it wasn’t for his coat in the room, she would have doubted it was the room given to him. She left the room, biting anxiously at her bottom lip as dread gripped her chest, and then hurried back to her own room.

He wasn’t in his room, and it was already so late. Where was he? Belle wondered frantically as she turned the knob of her door and stepped inside. But she froze at once.

A fierce gust of wind and heavy rain blew in through her wide-open window, where a dark figure was struggling to close it. Her heart leaped violently in her chest. She quickly shut the door behind her and locked it before rushing to the window.

"Rohan—my God! What happened to you?!" Belle cried out in horror as the man turned to her.

It was Rohan. He had finally returned, but he was drenched in rain, and blood streamed from a terrible gaping wound across his throat and down his chest. Despite his horrific condition, with his throat torn open and bleeding heavily, her husband still managed to grin at her faintly as he staggered away from the window.

He couldn’t speak, his throat was cut, but he lifted his hand and gestured both to the wound and then to her, trying to tell her something.

Belle hurried forward to support him, tears of terror welling up in her eyes as she guided him to sit on the chair. She hurridly knelt before him, looking up at the open wound in his throat. The sight of it was ghastly, blood pouring endlessly, and deep inside she could see something glistening lodged within the wound. Belle gasped sharply, her hand flying to her mouth at the gruesome sight.

"Th-there’s something deep inside... who did this to you?" she asked in a trembling voice, shaking as she looked up into his dark eyes, water dripping from his hair and face.

His gaze locked onto hers, still steady despite the pain, and that faint smile of reassurance remained on his lips. Slowly, he raised his bloodied hand to stroke her wet cheeks, wiping her tears away. With his eyes and gestures, he tried to tell her, as best as he could without words, what he needed, he wanted her to remove the shard of glass that had cut deep into his throat, so that his body could heal the wound.

The spirit in the Dawsons’ old house was no doubt a vengeful one who wouldn’t hesitate to kill if anyone stepped into her domain, Rohan thought. He had gone there to get important information, not knowing he would encounter the spirit. When he had been warned not to go into the haunted town, he had thought the humans were only making up stories about the place because they believed it to be cursed by Isabelle, not realizing there was indeed an entity who didn’t belong in this world, haunting the place and driving people away.

Rohan was skilled enough to evade any attack that was directed at him, but that spirit’s rage had been hard to avoid. The entity had attacked with all of its power, and the glass that cut into his throat had struck him with such force that it knocked him out of the window. He lost all balance and hit his head on a big stone below. He had instantly fallen unconscious, because the height was a great one.

"I-I can’t. I will go and call Rav and—" she said as she began to stand up to hurry out and call Rav, but he pulled her back and shook his head, then pointed to her. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

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