Married To The Mad Vampire Lord - Chapter 541

Chapter 541: Trying to make amends_Part 2
Rohan’s thoughts immediately seized as he realized something. She now shared his pains and feelings, which meant when he had been stabbed and knocked down to the ground in the world of the other demons, she must have felt the pain. He belatedly realized he wasn’t feeling her now, which meant she was either unconscious or in a fast deep sleep trying to recover.

Rohan pushed away from the wall. “I have to go home,” he said quickly, already opening his portal, but Ereves stopped him.

“Wait,” he said. “I have something for you.”

Rohan turned to look at Ereves, his impatience clear on his face as he really needed to go and check on his wife’s wellbeing. But then, when he saw Ereves bring out something like a light from his palm and hold it out toward him, he asked, “What’s that?”

Ereves let out a sigh as he walked closer to Rohan. “I realized how much I had put you and your family through, and I… am deeply sorry for it. I was too desperate, which was why I did what—”

“For hell’s sake, cut to the chase, Ereves. I need to go back home,” Rohan said impatiently, which made Ereves glare at him.

“Can’t you see how hard it is for me to apologize? The least you can do is listen and be patient to hear me out. You are being mean and rude when I am trying to turn a new leaf,” Ereves chided, not appreciating being cut off halfway through the speech he had practiced with that darn Droot while Rohan was away getting back his people. He was never the kind to admit his wrongdoing or actually try to mend things with people, but he was bringing himself out to do so now. Instead of listening and softening, his offspring was annoyed.

Rohan willed himself not to actually turn his back and leave and stood until he heard what Ereves had to say. “Okay, I am listening,” he said with all the patience he could muster.

“Good. Like I was saying, I have offended you and the dead gi— I mean, wife. I reckon since it was my fault that she died and came back without her memories, it should be I who should fix it. That was why I am giving you all of this.” He held out the ball that had light in it, and when Rohan was looking at the thing as if trying to figure out what it was and what he was to use it for, Ereves explained.

“All the memories recorded of your life with your wife, which were all captured by my ball of vision, I extracted them and gathered them here. All you have to do is let it flow into her and they will install naturally in all the missing spaces. Some of it might be missing, but she will get back most of it. And to assure you, it’s not all the scenes I watched, but my vision ball captured most of your life together. And I am sorry for everything I did.”

Rohan looked down at the shining thing in Ereves’s hand and then looked at Ereves. Though he had said he wouldn’t forgive nor forget everything the demon had done, Rohan felt a part of his heart soften as he realized it must have taken a lot of difficulty to apologize when the demon was used to not finding fault in anything he did.

Though a part of his heart softened, Rohan didn’t show it as he took the shining thing into his hand. He let his expression remain passive. “Good that you know your wrongs. If that’s everything, goodbye, Ereves.”

Ereves let out a disbelieving chuckle. “Hell and damnation, boy. Is that all I get after pouring out my heart to you?”

Rohan’s lips pulled up at the side. “Don’t expect much from me when you suck at pouring out your heart. It didn’t move me at all. You better work on it next time. Go learn how to work on your emotions.”

“Maybe I should come over and learn from your wife?” Ereves asked with a smirk. “She seems to be an expert at it.”

“Don’t even think about it. My wife is reserved for only me, but on second thought, you can come over to watch and learn.”

Ereves laughed. “Hard to please, bastard,” he called out as Rohan began to step into the portal. But Rohan also replied before the portal closed behind him, “The last I checked, I have a father and hardly qualify for that title.”

“Does that mean you have forgiven me and consider me your father?”

“No.” The portal closed, and Ereves stared at the spot with a smile playing on his face. But when he turned and found that the others were watching him, he cleared his throat and wore his no-nonsense expression.

“What are you all looking at?” he snapped, and they all smiled and looked away.

Back in the cottage, Rohan arrived inside the house. His first thought was to check on Belle and make certain she was all right, that the pain of what he had experienced earlier had not weakened her. He went into their room and found it empty, but he didn’t think too much of it and went down to the living space, where he found Evenly sitting on the rocker, knitting and humming a tune. She stopped and looked up at him when he rushed in.

“My Lord…” She got up from the chair to greet him, but she seemed to have felt dizzy and swayed. He moved and caught her, steadying her back into the chair and then stepping back to look down at her.

“You haven’t been taking enough blood, have you?” Rohan asked, a frown on his face as she looked guiltily away and stared at the shirt she was knitting.

“Rav isn’t going to like it. He—”

“He isn’t here. Rav is gone, but his shadows refuse to leave me, that’s the problem, Lord Dagon. I can’t forget him. I should have, and moved on, but every second of my day and life, every meal I eat, I wonder if he is dead out there in a rogue form, going aimlessly, hungry.” She said it in a whispered yell, like she was controlling herself not to raise her voice. And then, as if realizing who she was speaking to, she ducked her head.

“Are you looking for Belle?” she asked instead, grabbing her knitting wool, which Belle had taught her to use in order to pass her time doing something when her babies were napping, rather than being buried in thoughts.

“I know you are hurting, Lady Evenly. I know what it is like to lose someone you love. I went through hell in the days after I lost my wife, and I commend you for holding yourself together despite everything,” he said. He paused then, watching as her fingers trembled around the blue wool, a teardrop falling onto it and leaving behind a damp pattern.

After a moment, he continued softly, “My wife once told me that if two people are meant to be together, they will always find their way back to each other, no matter the situation or how impossible it seems. Hold on to your love. Do not let it fade.”

His voice lowered, as he added, “Perhaps one day… he will walk right back to you.” He wanted to reassure her, to give her something to hold on to, yet he was careful not to reveal that there was still a chance Rav could be cured. What if that chance never worked through?