Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 204: Dead Person_Part 3

"Wh-what was that for, Rohan?" she asked, confused and overwhelmed by so many thoughts at once. "All I wanted was to see my future and know if I will be with you, but he looked like that... What did he see? He looked like—" She didn’t realize she was shaking until she felt Rohan drop all the bags he held and pull her into his arms, hugging her to his chest as he cursed beneath his breath.

"He’s a madman. I’ve seen many like that in the asylum who believe they are something they’re not. He has no power to read. He did not see anything. He’s just putting up a shitty act to scare you. Shh. It’s okay," he assured her, stroking her hair gently while his darkened eyes drifted back to the stall they had just walked away from.

"Men like that have shit for brains. Don’t buy their words, sweetheart."

He pressed his lips against her hair, holding her more tightly as she nodded her head as if trying to convince herself that he was right.

But the truth was that she was shaken and could not bring herself to forget the look of horror she had seen in the eyes of the man. She’d never been feared like that in all her life, and it made her wonder what he saw. But then she decided it was best to believe he saw nothing and was only putting on an act to scare her, to take money...

But...He didn’t even take any money from them.

Rohan took Belle to a bench under a roofed area and then told her to sit while he went to find and buy her something to drink. He told her not to move, and she sat down with a lost look and a nod of her head.

Rohan watched her for a moment, and his jaw clenched. He turned on his heels, and with a speed that even the people around missed, he was back before the stall they had just walked away from.

The man who had terrified his wife was nowhere there, and Rohan closed his eyes and used his vampire ability to trace the man. In no time, he got a direction.

Rohan walked in that direction, following the man’s scent, and he soon found him limping away with his stick as he moved to go stop a coach to take.

"Not so fast, old man," Rohan gritted as he pulled the man’s coat from the back and hurled him into an alley. He slammed him against the stone wall and grabbed his neck.

"You will tell me what all that fucking shit was, or you lose your head right here and now."

The man’s face was still pale like it had been when he first looked down at the card Belle pulled, and now he was trembling as he asked,

"Wh-what do you want from me?"

Rohan smirked coldly as he tightened his grip around the man’s neck. His eyes narrowed down at the man, and he put him under his compelling spell, as he did not want to waste time asking.

"What did you see in that card and her palm?" he demanded quietly.

And the man, who was under his spell, began to speak without a tremor in his voice again.

"Her palms are not clear, and when she pulled the card, it was blank and had the outline of a dead person," the man began, his voice trembling. "I have many professions, and while I read palms and tell fortunes, I am also a spirit exorcist, I drive away spirits and ghosts. I’ve seen the dead too many times, and when they touch my cards, I know."

"That woman took a card, and it showed the same patterns as when the dead touch it. She is not alive. That woman is a dead person with no soul. She has no soul in her, she is the soul. She is dead! A dead person living among the living like a human."

Rohan’s grip tightened around the man’s throat, his jaw clenched as he fought the urge to demand the truth outright. What the man was saying sounded like absolute madness, but then Rohan remembered the man was under his compulsion. He couldn’t lie, not under a vampire’s influence. The words, however insane they sounded, were the truth as the man knew it.

When compelled, one tells the truth that is asked of them.

But he was unwilling to take this nonsense as the truth, because his wife was very much alive.

Rohan’s grip on the man turned so hard that the man lost consciousness, and he let go, allowing his body to slump down the alley wall to the ground.

Rohan stayed where he was, trying to make sense of what the man had just said.

Belle could not be compelled.

Only the dead could not be compelled. Belle teleports to the land of the dead, where a living person has no powers of going.

She could see the creatures of the dead.

She...

No. That made absolutely no sense at all.

This man had no idea what he was saying, Rohan decided. His wife was already so shaken that he would not want to add to that turmoil by telling her this nonsense and further disrupting her mind.

He had wanted today to be a happy day, and he did not want to end it like this, with her this shaken. He would keep this to himself until he did his own research.

Rohan went back to where he had sat Belle down, but the moment he rounded the corner that gave him a view of the chair she had been sitting in before he left, he found it empty, with only the shopping bags on the ground. He stopped short in his tracks as the first thread of anxiety gripped his heart and twisted it.

He ran to the bench, looking around and calling her name. She had been sitting here, and he had told her to wait. Rohan was about to go mad with panic and worry when he saw her coming from another direction, looking around—until her eyes fell on him, and he watched the same relief that came over him cross her face as she placed her hand against her chest.

"God damnit, Isa. Why would you do that to me? I told you to sit right there and wait for me," he said as he ran to her and pulled her into his embrace, his voice filled with relief rather than reproach or anger for worrying him.

He had just been told by some stupid man that his wife was a dead person, and then he had walked back to see her gone. He had thought the worst immediately, and he clutched her tightly to him.

"Why did you take long? I was worried, so I went looking for you," Belle murmured, holding on to him. She had been waiting and sitting obediently, and when he did not come back after fifteen minutes, she had begun to worry and went to look for him.

"Don’t do that again. My heart almost dropped out of me. You scared me," Rohan whispered into her scented winter cap.

"I’m sorry. Where is the water you went to get?" Belle asked as she pushed and moved back to look at his face—one that looked like he did not know what she was talking about, until it dawned on him and he said,

"We’ll get it on the way. Let’s go."

Rohan pulled her wrist and used his other hand to carry the bags on the ground, as he did not want her to know he had gone back to find that man and learn what he saw. She looked to have recovered from the shock and horror—he would not put her through it again by telling her the nonsense the man had told him.

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