Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 478

Chapter 478: Find a way out

While Rohan went searching the establishments belonging to Cordelia, his wife was in a far different one that wasn’t even exactly inside Nightbrook.

Belle became more restless than ever as time ticked away. Time was an important thing to every reaper, who lived by it and kept track of it, as every second people died across the world and reapers moved to carry them away.

Belle had missed her chance at taking a set of souls across yesterday, and her clock was already ticking with a red glow, which meant she had missed the time for five people. To make things worse than they already were, she had not been taken out of the cell to wash or eat like the others in the establishment, per Master Kent’s orders.

If it weren’t for her cellmate, who many times sneaked food under her dress to bring to her, Belle knew she would have died of starvation. Despite how the slaves were treated like animals, they were not starved and were given good food, as good, healthy food meant healthy blood. However, the crushed bread and steaks brought to her had lost their appeal by the time Andrea brought them to her to eat.

If Belle wasn’t so hungry that her body shook from it, she wouldn’t have found herself eating something wrapped in a cloth and crushed under the armpit to reach her. She was eating not only for herself but for the baby, who she had noticed this morning was beginning to act strangely in her belly.

It had been five days now that she was here, and there were no signs that her husband would find her. Seeing that Cordelia had probably succeeded in tricking her husband, Belle knew her escape now fell into her own hands. But how could one escape when she was left inside the cell, never being taken out like the others?

Being in the cell was killing her. The cold was unbearable at night, so much that even Rohan’s coat, which no longer carried his scent but the smell of the cell, could not keep the cold from her bones, which turned numb by morning. Her wounds from where she had been flogged had scabbed, and movement made them tight and peel off.

By now, Belle knew Rav’s condition had worsened from how his time was going crazy in her palm whenever she turned it to his name.

Furthermore, she had woken up early this morning to a strong smell of death in the air. Belle had thought nothing of it at first and believed the vampires here had probably killed another stubborn slave, but that wasn’t the case. By evening reapers had begun to swarm the establishment, walking aimlessly around and waiting for the time of the people they were here to take to reach it’s end.

She had seen ten different reapers so far walk down the long corridors of the cell room and one in particular kept coming and going from thier cell room, which was a sign someone in this cellroom was bound to die along with many people in the establishment soon. What she didn’t know was whether it was her or Andrea or even her baby, who would die and be taken by this one reaper who kept coming and going.

When she first noticed the reaper, her blood had ran cold as she knew what it meant for it to come into their cell instead of walking around like the rest. Her restlessness grew with the fact that she didn’t know what was about to cause a mass death in this place as this much reapers only meant that.

"Are you certain this husband of yours wasn’t the one who gave you into this place because he doesn’t want you anymore?" Andrea had asked last evening as they were about to sleep, for even up until now she didn’t believe that Belle was the wife of the duke, who many had heard rumors about but had never seen, the duke who had once been a prince who killed his parents.

The way Belle talked about him was different from what the young woman had heard. Hence, she didn’t believe it, because almost every woman in here had been sold by their partners or husband, and if this duke had not come until now, like Belle kept saying he would, Andrea could tell her cellmate was either deluding herself or didn’t want to accept reality yet, like many others.

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