The Lycan King’s Healer – Chapter 66

It was the body of a servant. The blood was flowing from his mouth, permeating through the snow in ribbons. It reminded me of a lizard with its extended tongue. The blood trail was very long, like it launched from his mouth in projectile form.

I had not felt the cold before, but now I felt it in my bones. Despite this, I hurried over to the body, kneeling over him to somehow find a way to help or heal him. I didn’t know how I could even begin to find out the origin of the issue, but I wasn’t going to let him die.

Aldrich grabbed my arm, steering me away from the body. “Cathy, get back inside. He’s already dead.”

my balance. “You don’t know that!”

I stared at him.

now that,” he said coldly.

he cold.

ed, wind starting to whip through his hair. “What are you talki

ur night,” I acidicly countered. He looked at me like I had gone mad, and it suddenly felt like we were hundreds of yards away from each other.

have no idea what you’re talking about,” he declared with exasperation. He was already treating me

k inside.

He looked at me with outraged confusion.

out things other than death for once.”

nd you want to pick a fight right now?”

ould have continued.” Anger began to saturate my veins.

form of speaking that implied I was very delicate.

ood nights turning into macabre nightmares.”

ney–”

, my voice loud and edged with mad desperation. “I’m sick of it! I’d rather be dead

ing over and over in his arms, trying to slip out of them.

from me!” I demanded.

ey watched him transport me through the grand entrance.

er upstairs. Go and I will meet you there momentarily,” he ordered them.

legs around and kick him in the head with them, I wanted to scream until my throat was raw.

ather or the way the snow twinkled when the moonlight hit it or how flushed Aldrich’s cheeks were in the cold.

myself.

ated clothes and into my nightgown; I don’t know how he managed or if I gave him a hard time or not. Before I knew i

them so many times they began to lose their meaning.

ere until you tell me what’s going on with you,” he said, sitting down on the end of the bed. I realized

eath me. “This is your fault, not mine.”

hy,” Aldrich said softly, resting his ha

t you mean,” I mumbled through

ll of this because of me,” he said, gazing at m

athy. Please tell me what is wrong.”

u never listen to me.”

g for me to speak.

e fire. We would have a romantic night together.”

u would have worried yourself sick about what that footprint was, Cathy,” he urged. “Why can’t you ever tell me when something i

isten.”

”

moment.

ant,” he said, his eyes glistening with piteous solumness.

pillow.

r up useless fantasies.

the night, because in the shallow throes of sleep, I felt him tucked unde

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pale hue of green as well.

had to be ruined, I wanted to know why it was.

ent downstairs a