Married To The Mad Vampire Lord - Chapter 430

Chapter 430: Where the dead belong_Part 2
But what mattered most to him now was hearing what she wanted.

Belle’s hands were trembling from her anxiety, but she forced them to still as she placed her palm against Rohan’s beating heart. She stood on the tips of her toes, kissed his cheek softly, and whispered into his ear, “If I come back half empty, you will always be there to fill me again. Promise me you’ll make me remember every single moment if I forget them?”

Memories make a person, and every single one, good or bad, was what made her who she was today. She wouldn’t lose any of it. Though she was nervous, if Rohan stood by her side, she would walk into this without fear.

Rohan looked into her hazel eyes, cupping her face gently in his hands until her lips pouted. He kissed her deeply and then rasped, “Don’t let her take away most of it. Remember me. Any moment you want to back out of it, just say the word and I’ll put an end to the ritual. Understand?”

She nodded, then touched her thumb to his lower lip. “I love you,” she whispered, brushing her lips lightly against his.

“Always do,” Rohan replied huskily, then slowly released her waist. Belle turned to their sleeping son on the couch, walked to him, leaned down, and pressed a lingering kiss on his smooth cheek.

“I won’t let her take your memory as well. I love you,” she whispered into his ear and straightened up, letting her eyes linger for a moment longer on his sprawled little form, his chest rising and falling softly in his sleep.

Just as she turned to walk back to Rohan, Kuhn suddenly appeared in front of her, his eyes fixed intently on her, blocking her from Rohan and the circle the witch had made.

“What are you doing here?” Rohan asked the creature standing between them.

‘You are the cause of this, Rohan. The dead coming to life and living. Don’t interfere with me,’ Kuhn said without even looking at him or explaining how he was the cause of Isabelle coming into his wife’s body.

‘Are you sure you want to end this?’ Kuhn asked Belle, still ignoring Rohan, who came forward to stand behind her and scowled darkly at him for his vague words.

Belle’s brows pulled together. “End what?” she questioned, not understanding what Kuhn meant.

‘End what you started from the beginning? Is it the time?’ Kuhn grumbled, making Belle even more confused.

“You know, if you’re not going to speak in a clear line or explain things, Kuhn, don’t interfere with things,” Rohan warned. The creature turned glowing eyes to him, and if it had a visible face, Rohan could almost see it glaring.

If only the creature had answers, they wouldn’t be taking these steps to get rid of Isabelle’s remaining fragments from Belle, and Rohan would not try to involve Astral in anything if he could help it.

“Your Grace, we have to start before the morning is gone,” came the white witch’s words as she looked up at the couple standing there, talking to an empty space in front of them. Though she couldn’t see what they were talking to, she felt a presence.

Belle looked toward the white witch and then back to where Kuhn was standing, but the creature had already moved away from her path to the circle.

‘If it is your wish, I will see you again when you come back,’ Kuhn said before disappearing without explaining what he meant, just like he always did.

“Do you want to postpone it and talk to Kuhn again?” Rohan asked when he noticed she was hesitant to move forward.

“No. I want it over with now.” Belle looked up at him, and Rohan nodded before he helped her around the candles, guiding her to stand in the middle of the circle.

“Lay down,” the white witch instructed gently as she knelt to place a string of white beads on the floor, muttering spells under her breath.

Belle inhaled slowly, drawing in a shaky breath to steady herself, then lowered her body onto the floor until she lay flat on her back within the circle. She looked up at her husband’s face looming over her and smiled. He tried to return it but failed, then told Madame Rachael to get on with it quickly so his wife could eat and rest before the doctor comes.

The witch brought out a small glass bottle filled with a white liquid that looked like milk but shimmered like liquid diamonds. As she sprayed it gently over Belle’s body, she continued to chant words under her breath.

“Let the one who does not belong here return and find peace where they truly belong. Let the living one live without the chains of the dead. If you can hear me and have words to say… reveal yourself…” she intoned, each word weaving itself into the room like a spell.

Belle suddenly felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. The ceiling above seemed to stretch and drift further away as though she were falling into a void. The witch’s voice echoed in her skull, ringing louder and louder until it felt distant and hollow.

Before she could even process it, the world around her melted away. Her body felt weightless, floating in the air, and then, without warning, she was thrust downward with a jarring impact that knocked the breath out of her lungs and made her groan.

When Belle opened her eyes, she was no longer in the drawing room. The scent of burning candles was gone. Instead, she was lying under the cold, silvery glow of the massive moon hanging over the land of the dead. And the worst of all? More than five Grim Watchers surrounded her.

Her heart gave a dreadful thud as her eyes widened.

Back in the drawing room, Rohan suddenly noticed something wasn’t right. The witch stopped chanting, and he saw his wife’s face turn white as a corpse. She no longer had a heartbeat or breath in her, and her skin began to turn ashen and flake away, flickering like blackened, burned wood.

His eyes narrowed as he crossed the circle and knelt before her, demanding, “What in the name of hell is happening to her? Why isn’t she breathing?!” He reached to hold her with trembling hands but froze at the shocking realization that her body had become so fragile, like burnt wood that might crumble away if lifted.

Rohan withdrew his hands as his heart pounded in every pulse. His dark eyes snapped to the witch, who looked just as shocked by the turn of events. She staggered back and muttered, “She’s the dead one. There was no body or another soul in the first place. She’s not a living person to begin with. She doesn’t belong here…”

“What do you mean?” Rohan growled low as he rose, stepping away from his wife for fear of touching her and causing her to disappear before he could make the witch bring her back. “Bring back my wife this instant or I shall send you to the land of the dead to find her!”

“I… I can’t. I’ve driven the dead back to where it belongs.”

Every muscle in Rohan’s body froze to stone.