Chapter 106: She is lucky
Since yesterday, they actively started the investigation where they had to make a trip outside the castle, the voices got louder. He realized he heard it mainly when he was close to Abrielle or Callista. It cursed the former but praised the other.
It was driving him crazy, it felt like a plague, and only when he listened to Callista or did her a favour, he rather didn’t, the voices reduced. He rather didn’t want to be close to Callista but as an honourable guest of the king and his investigation partner, he was obligated to. When he agrees to her whims, the voice is reduced, an obvious sign it wants him to be closer to Callista.
But that was the last thing he wanted; was to spend unnecessary time with her. She was like an angel, fragile and beautiful, that aroused any man’s urge to protect her but not him. Despite the pull he feels towards her and the subconscious urge to listen to her he didn’t necessarily like her after how she broke Abrielle.
Yet the voices criticized the victim and praised the other. Everything was confusing. It didn’t look like Callista was the victim, but the broken look in Abrielle’s eyes never left his mind.
’ Don’t be fooled by her looks. She just wants to use you, kill you then get together with your brothers.’ the voice that only whispers to him said. Callista finally replied, drawing his attention.
"I don’t know if I can stop them, but maybe you should listen. It might be telling you the truth you want to ignore." She suggested, which made Cedric suddenly release a murderous aura that shook Callista.
"There is nothing true about the lies it tells," Cedric said with all seriousness, which made Callista smile, trying not to break due to his pressure.
"What do the voices say?" She asked Cedric’s hand curled into a fist. He rather not say. "It tells pure lies that should never be said out loud," Cedric answered. Although some were true he rather not accept them.
"Abrielle is lucky," she suddenly mentioned getting up from her seat. Cedric’s brows furrowed because he knew the last thing his wife was was being lucky. She should have run faster that day because now she was forced to have his enemies and be mixed up in his crazy life.
Now his mind and the voices constantly criticized her differently from what his heart tells him. At times wonders if she wanted him dead out of desperation knowing how fucked up he was. Despite knowing that he didn’t want to let go of her. They could not get divorced, but he could always send her far away to somewhere peaceful, away from the chaos, but his greed would not let him.
If he sent her away there was no fun, no danger in that. The little danger around her always intrigues him knowing she was plotting something.
"I doubt she thinks that." Cedric sneered, causing Callista to smile. "She might not see it but I do. Last night you risked your life to finish up the sorcerers and their ghouls just to get back to her before midnight. It was admirable, and I wished someone would do that for me." Callista mentioned her eyes going dull.