Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 61: Blue vial

Her hand gripped her neck as she stared at the ground, her vision too blurred to make out her surroundings. The pounding in her head was loud, almost like the only thing she could hear, and the memory of being unable to breathe was embedded in her mind. She heard footsteps and raised her gaze to make out Ravon’s face.

Violet immediately jerked back, trying to run away as fear coiled around every inch of her body. His hands were no longer around her neck, yet she found it difficult to breathe, even as she hurriedly scrambled away—only to feel her arm grabbed tightly enough to make her scream in pain.

"I won’t break it yet! You can scream, but you can’t be heard from outside!" he harshly whispered in her ear, even as Violet’s eyes flung open in shock. She felt him grab her by the neck again and tilt her head backward, pouring something down her throat.

She almost choked and vomited, only for Ravon to shake her until she gulped it all down. Coughing vigorously afterward, tears continued to glide down her face as she wondered with horror what he could have possibly fed her.

It shouldn’t take too long! It’s already annoying having to waste such a good healing potion on you, but it’s fine. I have many more! he said with a light chuckle as he walked back to sit in his chair.

Violet noticed the changes in seconds, raising her hands to touch her neck as she realized the pain and tenderness were completely gone—both around her neck and on the side of her face where she had been slapped.

Even the cut in her mouth from when she had been slapped had completely disappeared. She looked at Ravon’s table where he had placed the empty bottle he had poured into her mouth, along with a full one similar to the blue bottles Cain gave her when she got injured.

"Get up! Pick up the red bottle and get out! You know better than to say a word of this! Cain might be the lord of this mansion, but he can’t dismiss me because he has no real power. What can a mad lord do?" Ravon said, speaking with utmost contempt as he talked about Cain like he was the most disgusting thing he had to deal with.

Violet didn’t hesitate to stand on her feet and pick up the red bottle Ravon had placed on his table, remembering to bow her head at the same time. "I understand!" she said, turning around to leave.

But she had just gotten to the door, about to pull it wide open, when she heard him speak again. "If you say anything about what happened, getting to your family before Cain deals with me will be a piece of cake," he openly threatened, to which Violet nodded her head as she walked out the door.

The pain was gone, but the memory of what had happened was still fresh in her mind as she held the red bottle to her chest and slowly walked back upstairs to Cain’s wing. frёewebnoѵēl.com

The fear of just how much more Ravon could hurt her filled her mind, as she realized that if she didn’t tell Cain, Ravon would also continue to hurt her.

Her face was warm, and there was no sign of injury on her body as she walked through the door and entered Cain’s room, closing it behind her. Her eyes fixed on Cain, who was sitting on the bed sweating as he beckoned for her to come over.

Violet didn’t hesitate to move forward, placing the bottle on the table before moving closer to sit beside Cain like she usually did—only to feel him pull her right into his lap, causing her entire body to stiffen.

"Are you okay? You look concerned!" he asked her, speaking right next to her ear as he wrapped his arm around her.

"Did something happen?" he asked, and Violet, despite herself, shook her head as she responded, "Nothing happened!" As long as I avoid Ravon, I’ll be fine, she thought.

Moreover, he can’t seriously hurt me without healing me! she reasoned in retrospect, confident it was something she could deal with.

But her mind was just drifting when she suddenly felt Cain lean closer, resting his head on her shoulder as he continued to speak. His deep, low voice sent shivers through her body—ones she would rather avoid.

"Are you sure? You have a light smell of blood on you," he told her, and Violet stiffened even more in fear. She had discarded the finger but hadn’t considered the smell to be an issue.

"May-maybe I cut myself!" Violet stuttered out. But it was at that moment she realized that if Cain could smell the slightest hint of blood on her, then there was no way he wouldn’t be able to tell the second her period started.

Oh God! she mentally gasped, closing her eyes as she wondered how she kept moving from one problem to another without being able to solve any of them.

I’ll have to leave the mansion! she thought—a plan that might be harder than she imagined, considering Cain needed to sleep beside her every night, even if she was yet to understand why.

"If you have time to drift off, then we should go to bed!" Cain suddenly said, dragging her up into the center of the bed while Violet tried to pull away.

"I should take my bath first!" she said. Unlike before, Cain didn’t seem to be in much pain as he calmly looked at her. If he was fine, then there was no reason why she shouldn’t be able to wait it out in the bathroom until he fell asleep like he usually did.

But she had just spoken when Cain immediately shook his head. "No! You can leave when I fall asleep," he responded, pulling her body closer until it seemed like every part of him was touching her.

It hadn’t even been ten minutes into their cuddling session when Violet felt something hard poking her from behind. She wondered what it was, moving her hand to touch it—only to come in contact with Cain’s pants and discover that whatever was poking her was between his legs.