Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 152: Violet speaks

Instead of heading to the basement like he wanted to, he headed back to his room instead, ordering for the doctor and the witch to be called. He wasn’t surprised when he got there to find them already waiting in front of the room, their heads bowed to the ground.

"Waking her up should be fine?" Cain asked, directing his question to Uza, whose face was back to the young mask she used, with a veil hovering over it to obscure her eyes from the gaze of others as she responded.

"I can’t confirm that her eyesight would have been fully restored, but by now, the pain should have been mostly gone!" Uza replied, knowing better than to outright forbid him from doing as he wanted.

’I want to live, and even if the pain would still exist, I wouldn’t have stopped him,’ she thought to herself, knowing that she cared more about her own life than that of the patient, whom she didn’t give a shit about.

Cain had just turned his gaze to Trivet, who immediately lowered his head a bit more to the ground to show utmost loyalty. "I will monitor her carefully as I wake her up!" he promised, like his life hung in the balance—especially when it did—as he heard Cain pull open the door to the room and enter, ushering them in.

Things happened quickly as Trivet got back to work with Uza by his side. She tried not to stare at him, even as he, compared to before, acted more stiffly in her presence. But it wasn’t enough to garner extra attention from Cain, who watched as Trivet carefully did what he was supposed to.

"She should wake in a couple of minutes," Trivet said, staring at the machines to ensure nothing was wrong and there was no sign of anything abnormal.

He was about to ask if Cain would like them to wait until then, only to stiffen as he heard the order for them to leave, just like before.

"Get out! I’ll call for you if you’re needed!" Cain ordered, satisfied to see them immediately bow and leave the room the second he gave the command, shutting the door behind them.

"He can’t kill us after all we’ve done, right?" Trivet wondered to himself as he shut the door, his gaze fixed on Uza’s back. He found it difficult to look away, yearning to see more of her real face compared to the one she showed.

’Am I not too old to be feeling these sorts of feelings?’ he wondered, even as he watched Uza lean against the wall on the opposite side of the door, staring at the ceiling with a lost expression.

"Isn’t it even more wrong to think about love when we might both not survive the night? Moreover...she’s a witch, Trivet, and you’re a werewolf! It could never work!" he thought, feeling his heart break as he shifted his gaze away from her and back to the ceiling on his side, unsure of what else to do.

But just as he did so, he missed the moment Uza’s cheeks reddened in embarrassment, having felt his intense gaze fix on her face even as she stood leaning against the wall, unable to look back at him. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

’I thought I imagined it!’ she thought, feeling giddy at the idea of having a relationship with such a fine man after dedicating so many years to magic and books.

’We could go on dates, hold hands, and a couple of other things...’ she thought for a second, only to recall she was a witch. The second she was done here, she would have to return to the vampire district, where most werewolves weren’t given free rein and wouldn’t willingly live.

’It was a good dream while it lasted,’ she thought bitterly, focusing her gaze back on the ceiling after glancing at him and noting that he no longer looked at her.

Back in the room, Cain settled into the chair by the bed and waited patiently for Violet to wake up. He wasn’t surprised to hear her stir after a couple of minutes before she slowly and groggily lifted her upper half off the bed.

A piece of cloth was still tied around her face, and she wasn’t in a hurry to remove it as memories of her last moments awake came stumbling back.

"Ca-Cain!" she stuttered, her voice low and hoarse. But regardless, she called his name again.

"Cain?" she called, removing the blindfold and blinking rapidly. She was shocked to realize she could make out some things, even though her vision was still blurry. Among those things she could see was the man sitting in the chair beside the bed—who could only be Cain.

"Cain?" she called again, relieved to finally get a response as she watched him lean forward, placing his hands on his knees as he spoke.

"You should be able to see clearly soon! Your tongue and your finger have also been fixed, although it should take your body a while to recover from having to work overtime to heal," Cain said, not seeing the need to baby her or pretend what happened didn’t happen.

But he was still talking when Violet gently scooted closer to the edge of the bed, nearest to Cain.

"Have they been caught?" Violet asked hesitantly, her voice carrying anger and something akin to fear. "Did you catch them?" she repeated, trying to make out Cain’s image as he nodded vigorously.

"One is dead, but I’m assuming they were more than—"

"They were two!" Violet cut in before he could finish, scooting even closer to him. Her voice was lower and more fragile. She stared at him, even if she could barely make out his expression.

"I want to go home! I don’t want to live here anymore! You can find someone else to sleep with, but I’m done!" Violet said in a whisper-like tone, clenching the bedsheets like a lifeline she couldn’t let go of.

"Ple-please!" she begged, tears sliding down her face. All she wanted was to forget everything—including Cain.

Her gaze became colder as she looked at him, blaming him for forcing her to stay in the mansion against her will.

"I can—" But she was still speaking when Cain cut her off.

"The pain must have made you delirious! When did I ever force you to stay?" he asked, his voice colder than Violet had ever heard. A slow rage rose from deep within her as she recalled all the pain she endured.

Before she knew it, she began to speak words fueled by nothing but pain.