Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 281

Chapter 281: Kiss and make up_Part 1

"The knowledge just came to me," she said softly. "And from what I’ve seen in the land of the dead, I truly believe that’s how it works. Death is not the end of life."

For some reason, Rohan did not like that she knew this kind of knowledge, or that she suddenly spoke of death as if it were nothing serious. He also didn’t like that she had begun seeing memories by simply touching things again. He would have preferred to believe his wife was nothing more than human, his little bunny, with no strange ability that could pose a threat to their lives.

Not knowing what was causing this might just be as dangerous as knowing it.

He studied her for a moment before he asked, "Aside from the memories you see... has anything else strange happened since we got here?"

His voice was quiet. She looked thoughtful for a moment before she nodded.

Rohan’s heart knotted. "What is it?"

"Well, it’s been a while now... It happened when I was still recovering from childbirth, when I was on bed rest. I...I had that nightmare again. The one where I saw myself in a graveyard with people mourning. But this time, I woke up much faster than the first. I didn’t even get to see the tombstone or look at my strange body.

It wasn’t as scary as it was the first time, so I didn’t think it was worth worrying about..."

"Next time," Rohan cut in, his voice sharper than intended, "even if it’s the silliest dream, even if it’s about a rabbit biting you, I want to know. Do you understand me?"

His tone came out much stronger and harsher than he meant, but he couldn’t help it. The memory of that nightmare had disturbed him then, and it still did now. And now that she was telling him it happened again, he felt a fresh wave of dread tighten around his chest.

A dream occurring once could be taken as nothing, but twice, and the same, was not something that should be taken lightly or dismissed casually. He had learned from firsthand experience not to mess with Death, he had died and come back to life. He had glimpsed the other land and knew that if one wasn’t friends with Death itself, it was over once taken there.

Not that he believed in any way that Belle was anything but a living person, but he didn’t want to take a chance.

He was suddenly reminded of why he needed to meet her parents.

The weight of it all, the nightmare, the unknowns, the fear, suddenly pressed down on him again. He still wasn’t used to these overwhelming emotions, wasn’t used to how much they could shake him now, when he had lived for years without them.

He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

He was suffocating.

His throat, which had just been quenched not long ago by blood, was dry again, scratchy and raw, like something clawing from the inside.

He needed air.

Not trusting himself to speak without sounding harsh, and to hide his fear again, Rohan gathered his son and gently laid him on the bed. Without looking at his wife, though he could tell his tone had affected her in some way, he rose and stepped down from the bed, saying over his shoulder,

"I need to check on something. I’ll be back. Don’t wait for me at lunch."

He sped out of the house before she could stop him.

Belle, on the other hand, stared at the spot where he had been standing just a second ago, her hazel eyes wide with stunned hurt. What had she done wrong to make him suddenly so angry, to speak to her like that? she wondered in dismay. He rarely ever got mad at her. Lord, he never got mad at her, and even when he did, it was only because she pushed herself beyond her limits while still recovering.

Was it because she spoke of something as simple as death? Or because she failed to mention the nightmare, which he himself had assured her was nothing important, nothing connected to her life? He was the one who had told her it was merely her mind playing tricks when she first had that nightmare.

The person being mourned in the nightmare was someone else entirely, someone she believed her subconscious had created. There was a saying that not every dream carries truth. She had trusted that, and that was why she hadn’t thought it necessary to tell him, especially when the dream didn’t return to haunt her repeatedly.

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