To His Hell and Back-Chapter 159: Pretty Things-I

A gasp burst out from Arabella’s mouth as though she hadn’t been breathing for far too long. Her body jumped from the bed and at once she felt dizziness swaying her view from suddenly sitting up after such a long slumber.

Slowly, she let her vision set in, her head turning around slowly to discern her surrounding from the darkness only to find the large window on her left and the bright silver moon that glowed bright as if to greet her.

It’s deep in the middle of the night. Where was she? What had happened? She wanted to know where her memories had ended before she had lost consciousness but first she had to gather herself from what she had seen in her dream.

The memories from her dream seeped into her head and she pressed her hand on her forehead, trying to gather the information that had flooded through her head.

Callis and Morpheus, a set of siblings though they didn’t seem truly close to each other and instead feel a sense of distrust. Unlike Morpheus, Callis seemed more humane as he had been worried for her safety when she was still young and more than that, he seemed to know her mother, Matilda. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Though she had many questions including how her mother had known Morpheus and Callis, one more question ache in her head like a haunting illness.

That question being... how could her mother be dead when she was still so young?

It’s impossible... and she knew this better than anyone. The night when her mother had left them for good was on their eleventh’s birthday. Now that she thought about it wasn’t it since that day that her mother had suddenly turn nicer to her and Ariel? Though she did became kinder and gentler, she still left with another man after having an affair.

But how far of this was true?

Her mother was clearly killed, her neck was sliced open by Morpheus and she could see the sight in such a horrifying dream. But she doubted it was a dream. The memories were far too detailed for it to be one. So what had truly happened?

Did her mother not die that night? Does this "Callis" person knows the answer to all her question? But is he even alive?

A sudden gasp echoed from her left and Arabella snapped her head to the door at once, finding a maid who seemed startled by her who had sat up on her bed.

"You have awoken, I shall notify Miss Karnala at once!" The maid said, a human maid which was rather odd.

Arabella never saw the maid before but after taking a second look at the room, she confirmed that she was still in the castle- inside Cassius’s bedroom. She was even on his bed for god knows how long though the crown prince in question was nowhere to be found.

She then recalled what had happened and how they had went to meet Ariel only to be fooled as it was Morpheus in disguise. Then Morpheus had attacked them, almost injecting Cassius with some odd liquid which she managed to stop by protecting him with her body. But she had seen how in split of second Morpheus who had seen her rush to protect Cassius let out a wide, chilling grin before changing the syringe with another one and pricked her skin.

She could still feel the sense of pain that stung her skin digging into her flesh and the sensation of liquid being pushed into her veins that made her shudder.

Her last memory ended with her seeing Cassius’s face colored in rage as he scooped her body and the darkness that ended up swallowing her sight for good.

She let out a sigh, rubbing the place where she had been pricked and feeling grateful that she had somehow succeeded in escaping death once again. Why had she done that?

Protecting Cassius when her life could be in danger. Hell, he doesn’t even need her help does he? He’s the last person she should be worried for. After all someone like him would take hundreds if not thousands of armies to kill. But then why? Why doesn’t she regret what she had done? Instead Arabella knew she would feel even more regret if she saw Morpheus succeeding in injecting that remnant potion into Cassius.

It’s odd but she can’t deny the growing fondness she began to feel to the Crown Prince.

She wondered where he was now, feeling a sense of loss that he isn’t somewhere in her sight and even a slight anxiety in the darkness.

No. This anxiety hadn’t slide into her heart because because she hadn’t seen him right when she woke up. Instead it was because of the darkness, Arabella told herself as she slowly pushed herself to stand.

The maid earlier who had seen her said that she would call Karnala right?

So she should be here soon but the darkness was making her more unsettled than she expected. She went ahead to take the candle beside her, the only one that was being lit up and slowly stepped to the cold floor, her toes curling slightly from the iciness.

Though her body felt weak the good news was how she could still move albeit a little sluggish. Her body felt rather well for such a long sleep and she considered that she had only been asleep for at least two days considering how empty her stomach was.

As she walked, the lone candlestick on top of the cupboard took her attention. She pressed the candle wicks together, sharing its flame and went toward the next wall which had a painting and two candlestick on the wall that hadn’t been lit. Noticing it, she stood on her toes, reaching for the tip of the candlestick when she heard the creaking noise that stopped her body from continuing.

Her head moved to the side, her green eyes narrowing.

"Who is there?"

No response answered her.

She pursed her lips, feeling spooked even though she refuses to admit it. So she brought the candle and held it in front of her chest like it was her life, following the source of the noise which led her in front of the balcony. The door of it was open wide and gust of wind blew the curtain aside, dancing across the balcony’s glass door that had glistened from the moonlight.

Arabella was confused as she had been so sure that the door earlier was closed. If it didn’t she would have noticed by how cold the wind were. So why was it open?

Strong arms slipped from behind her, slithering under her cold skin that made her shudder and when she had looked up, she found the crimson eyes staring down at her, holding a burning emotion that she could never expect those cold eyes would ever have.

Her heart raced loudly from the shock or how warm those arms were as it had grabbed her waist and wreathed into one another like a tight embrace. The candlelight cast over a golden glow on Cassius’s face and for a moment she found herself counting those pretty long lashes that had draped down his red eyes.

"Did you forgot me already from a few days of sleep?"