Chapter 140: The Heebie-jeebies
Back in their home, Madeline quickly changed from her wet dress into something more light and comfortable before stepping out of her room. She joined Cassian in the open library, who was presently busy going through the boxes of Late uncle William’s, bringing out a thick book and blowing off the dust that surfaced the hard brown cover.
"What are you doing?" Sitting beside a chair that faced him, Madeline’s gaze lingered on his unreadable expression for a few seconds before shifting to the book he opened. Quietly moving closer, Madeline stole a glance at the page, and it was the same book that had the names of missing / dead people written on it - the strange book that was owned by uncle William’s.
"Do you have a clue regarding everything that has happened?" She asked softly, and Cassian sighed to himself, he remained quiet for three seconds before turning his head to meet her inquiring gaze. "The puzzles aren’t fixed currently, but I’m hoping to get to the bottom of it before tonight."
He answered before burying his attention back into the book. No matter how hard he tried to rid of the feeling that Jeremy’s death might have something to do with the ’supernaturals’ as agent red would say, the stronger he believed in it, most especially the sudden fall his wife would have faced today if he hadn’t been by her side to catch her.
Elian’s words were another trouble regarding Elijah and the missing people, and he wondered what Elian meant by saying ’things have changed.’ The more he thinks he’s close to solving it, the more complicated and diverse the case becomes, and it was giving him a serious headache.
Not to his expectations, he suddenly felt someone’s light touch on his temple, and instinctively closed his eyes when he became aware of the familiar touch that tingled his heart. Madeline ran her fingers through Cas’s soft silky-like hair, applying just the right amount of pressure to his scalp in an attempt to ease him.
It was a comforting gesture that she knew he was going to love and need in order to calm his nerves. Sensing how tense he had become and the way his face scrunched pain as though he was feeling a terrible headache, Madeline couldn’t restrict herself from doing all she could to ease him.
She slowly worked her way around his head in circular motions to stimulate his scalp and ease the tension he was feeling. Her sweet scent that reminded the young lad of freshly blooming flowers made him feel even more relaxed as he succumbed to the head massage she was giving him.
Madeline focused on the areas where Cassian carried the most stress. She could feel him starting to relax, his breathing becoming deeper and more even.