Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 59: Bloody Finger

Being close to him was enough to make her heart thump hard in her chest, and the thought of sleeping next to him after the kiss they shared made her dizzy as she hurriedly walked down the stairs.

Her destination was supposed to be Ravon’s office, but after what happened that day, Violet was convinced that he was bound to be in a terrible mood considering how easily Cain had injured him.

Instead, she recalled the contents of the letter she had been given and hurriedly walked toward the library as fast as she could, with the intention of completing the report and getting back to Cain’s room with the medicine as soon as she could.

The first thing she did when she arrived there was to get a pen and paper, where she began to write all that she had experienced, describing the layout of the mansion as best as she could.

This is all harmless information anyway! This can’t hurt anyone! she murmured to herself as she hurriedly wrote it all down while omitting anything about Cain and his beast. She simply mentioned that she made sure to deliver his medicine on time before she left.

After she was done, she folded the piece of paper and instantly headed straight to the fiction section in the romance shelves, looking for the last book on the shelf in which she was to stick the report.

It didn’t take much time for her to find it, picking it up without glancing twice at the cover as she moved to open it, only to discover an envelope tucked in between the pages, poking out of it.

Curious, she immediately pulled the envelope out before sticking the report into it and putting the book back in its previous position, exactly how she found it.

Her next reaction was to stuff the envelope in her pocket and check the contents of it later. She was about to do just that when she suddenly caught sight of a red patch on the envelope that was soaked through.

It was wet to the touch, and just the sight of it was enough to make her heart skip a beat, even before she could figure out what it was. Without seeing any reason to delay, standing right by the bookshelves, she pulled open the envelope, jerking back the second she laid eyes on the contents as she almost dropped it from shock.

Her eyes widened in astonishment, even as her gaze locked on the object that had been tucked inside.

It was a finger. At first, she assumed it was something else, but the longer she stared at it, the more convinced she became that it was a bloody finger. Her hands trembled ever so slightly as she poured the finger onto the shelf before taking out the paper inside.

Her mind scrambled in fear at the thought that the finger could possibly belong to someone she knew, even as she hurriedly read the contents of the letter.

Stand by for more instructions! Five days from now, you will leave the mansion’s side doors open and make sure they remain that way. Fail, and the next gift you’ll receive will be your brother’s head!

Don’t get too close to Cain! If he finds out your identity, he’ll kill you! The handwriting was much smaller in the second paragraph than in the first.

Her hands shook as she read it, tears filling her eyes at the thought that the finger truly belonged to her brother. She hadn’t done anything, and they’d been callous enough to do such a thing! Fear made her blood run cold as she laid her head against the shelves, struggling to keep the tears in her eyes from streaming down her face.

"Shit! Shit!" she snapped under her breath as she heaved in anger. It would never end! They would keep making me do things that would get me killed! she thought as she squeezed the paper tightly in her hands, glaring at the finger that made her stomach churn as she realized she couldn’t leave it there.

I need to run away from here! she thought, the idea settling in her mind like an unmovable mountain that had come to stay and could not be removed. If she was to survive, it was the only thing she could do.

She had just covered the finger with the paper in her hand, picking it up when she heard a familiar voice from behind her.

"Viole!" A low voice with a tone laced with weariness. She had just turned around to see Nathan walking toward her as he stood at the edge of the aisle. His left hand was bandaged seriously, his face pale as he winced with every movement he made with his body.

"Nathan! I can’t be seen talking with you!" she immediately said, moving to walk past him, knowing that it was for both their good considering Cain’s erratic temperament. It didn’t help that he seemed to have something against Nathan.

But she had just moved to walk past him when she suddenly heard him speak.

"I might not be able to use my fingers again!" he said words that made Violet freeze as she snapped her head to look in his direction.

"Wha—what do you mean?"

"Cain is really powerful! The doctors said it’s almost like my bones were crushed! He’s a terrible person, Viole. You can’t keep being his servant! He’s going to hurt you!" Nathan said, his warm green eyes blazing with concern—something Violet was almost glad to see until her gaze landed on his hand.

"I’m his servant for now! Once I have enough money, I leave!" she said words she was surprised to find that she actually meant. Yes, it would be a lie to say that she didn’t like Cain or his body, but that didn’t mean she was blind to the kind of man he truly was.

"...But still, we cannot meet again! It’s my fault you got wounded!" Violet told him, meeting his eyes with visible concern, about to continue walking away when Nathan suddenly grabbed her arm with his uninjured one more forcefully than she expected.

"Really? Then you owe me!" he stated in a fierce tone, and Violet immediately nodded her head. If that was what he wanted for almost losing an arm, then Violet could give it to him.

"I owe you one!" she told him. Nathan had been nothing but good to her, and if there was something he needed, then there was no reason she wouldn’t want to help if she could.