Rose almost thought that she had gone crazy from the poison that she drank or that she had lost her mind from the terror she’s been receiving from these sorcerers who were after her life. But she was certain she was still sane to know that what she had seen was true. She bite her lips. If the curse comes after Dominic, does that mean it wants to kill him? They came here happily after finding out that he was never cursed for being a werewolf only to find out that the truth is, Dominic was truly cursed. Rose bent down to take Dominic near to her, letting him to rest on her leg while she wiped away the sweat from his forehead. Her body had lost strength that she couldn’t move. She then looked at the woman again who only watched her as though she was some kind of a ghost. “Then do you know how to fix this?” She questioned in a heartbroken tone. Rose wasn’t dumb. She could tell to end such a terrible curse there must be an extreme price to be paid and the woman’s face confirmed to her fe

The hands grabbed her by her hair, her arms, and her legs. Rose immediately cast away her fear and tried to shake the hands around her, yet somehow the grips on her body was stronger than a touch of a human’s. It instead felt like the grip of an iron that no one could shake off from. The hands mercilessly pulled her inside the well even as Rose tried to scratch the hand that had pulled her golden hair. With its force, Rose fell to her knees, falling to the ground, and dragged by the hands around her. In panic, Rose looked around her, urgently searching for anything that would stop the hands, grasping the ground for an item when she found the sharp branch of a broke old pine tree. Holding to it tightly, Rose stabbed the hands with the branch, over and over again for a dark purple liquid to drip out from the hands. She could then hear ghastly howls and cries from the bottom of the well, the sound of a being suffering from pain that she guessed must have been her doing. Yet despite the

Rose who had gotten back to Dominic’s room sat down beside the bed. Her fingers trailed on his bigger one that felt icy now. Her eyes slowly closed as she tightened her grips around his fingers. She then rested her head on the bedside, bending her body in a way for her ears to settle on his chest without putting her entire weight on his body so she wouldn’t disturb him.Her eyes closed at the contemplation running in her mind. From her conversation with Mona, she found out that the demon always win whenever they had made a contract with the human. They win as, the human would be the one to suffer the most from the contract they made. The demon loses nothing and instead could enjoy the pain and misery the human suffered under them. The first sorceress who knew this had asked her friend to take her life when she had lost sight of herself. Meaning, she knew that she would lose the moment she made her contract, yet she still formed the contract, similar to Mona herself, who had no choic

With a wide smile, Dominic showed the man a sincere side of him as well. “Thank you for your advise, but don’t worry, I am sure this isn’t anything temporary.” Starvos was quite startled pleasantly to see Dominic’s sincere side and returned his smile while from outside was Rose who had never once left the door. Once she had stepped out of the room, instead of leaving, she had chose to stand near the door, eavesdropping to their conversation through the small gap she created. She leaned on the wall, sighing as it appears that sooner or later the truth about Dominic being cursed will be known to everyone. But deep in her heart, she would have wanted everything to end without anyone knowing about it. Her fingers reached out toward the ruby on her neck as she thought of how she need to discuss about the contract more in details with Mona soon. The faster it is, the better. Meanwhile, in the next morning of Essex. In rush, the maids rushed in the castle of the duke, they all were busy w

The maid then knocked the door, entering in after she heard Shawn’s permission. With her hand in front of her waist, she announced, “The Duke have arrived back home, sir.” Shawn looked at his mother who looked beyond joyful, “See, he arrived. I will make sure to talk to him about you,” Shawn then pushed himself from the side of the bed, making his way down the hallway and the long staircase before finding the carriage that he could see from the foyer. In the brown carriage then walked out the old man whose face was no different than a statue. He didn’t appear similar to him at all even though they were father and son but then again the Duke didn’t look similar to Dominic either, thought Shawn. He walked forward to his father and instead of exchanging embrace as they haven’t met each other for years, Shawn had instead given him a bow akin to what a servant would do when meeting their master. This was the preferred way of his father that the man had taught during his childhood. When