Chapter 74: Soul

Dale felt his heart pound with relief and anxiety as he stood in front of the mansion. He was relieved to know she was his dream come true. For a moment after her confession he had felt an unusual feeling in his heart. He had suffered a few moments of confusion as he wondered what he'd do with her if he finds out she wasn't what he has been waiting for. An uneasy and unfamiliar feeling stirred inside of him at the time. He had seen the way she looks at him, how she tries to hid her blush and calm her pounding heart when he was near. He could tell she wanted to be with him, and a part of him had felt same too. But it seems his worries were unfounded as she was one and the same.

It would have been a difficult situation had things turned out differently, because he wouldn't want to hurt her. The girl was so naive and innocent. It must be because she was the same person he longed for. Her soul was still the same.

His face lit up when he remembered her name.

'Nevaeh.' It had registered itself in his head like she had spelled him not to forget.

'That little witch,' he smiled.

Heaven was the reverse spelling of her name, and they weren't wrong to have given her that. She was indeed his heaven, and life without her was worse than hell.

The look on his face wavered when he remembered what Sanaiah had said about the other twin. The one he had met on the bridge, Elle. A worry frown framed his face. What had possessed those witches to make such a decision? The foolishness behind their logic was alarming. Who were they to play God?!

Their foolishness would not only cause trouble, but it would harm Nevaeh, and he wondered what he'd do.

Elle would be dangerous not just to Nevaeh, but also to her own self.

She was a human conjured from sorcery.

And a human vessel with no proper soul.

Now he understood the emptiness and deadness in her.

She was like an abyss filled with nothing but emptiness. She had no sense of living, nor PURPOSE. She was barely existing, and that was the most dangerous form any creature could live in. He couldn't imagine her struggle. Struggle to live, love and feel.

A purposeless life is likened to a ship with no rudder. There was no control or direction. She must feel like a waif, he hissed. 

It must be hard.

But no matter how he felt, he has to keep Nevaeh away from her, because she was tied to her in all this.

Dale listened for Nevaeh's heartbeat from where he stood. He could imagine her somewhere in the house anxiously waiting for his return. The frightful look in her eyes when he left was something he'd never forget. He should have kissed her before leaving.

A frown furrowed his brows when he couldn't hear her. He teleported outside the room which they both shared and he listened again, but his brows furrowed deeper when he heard a heart beat from inside the room, but it wasn't Nevaeh's. Her small heart has its unique rhythm either when she was anxious or relaxed, and this was no way hers.

His hand rested on the knob but he stopped himself. He teleported to the staff quarters which was behind the mansion and from a corner he read the mind of one of the girls.

Nevaeh had received a visitor, and it was her sister.

The person in the room was...

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He teleported back to the room and he swung the door open making the girl lying on his bed jolt.

She looked at him with surprised eyes but she quickly recomposed herself. He noticed her well she maintained her composure as she stared at him. He could have missed her for Nevaeh, had he not known better.

"Welcome back." She greeted with a faint smile, but his eyes narrowed at her hand which she has wrapped in a crepe bandage. The girl was smart, he'd give her that.

He pierced his gaze at her as he walked towards her. She rose up from the bed, and he didn't miss the grimace that flashed through her face for a split second there.

"Dale." She called, her eyes still staring at his, while she maintained the smile on her face.

"Where is she?"He directly asked. He wasn't in the mood to dally as he might lose his temper soon and kill her on the spot, sister or whatever she was.

"Where is who?" She asked feigning ignorance, making Dale's frown run deeper.

He stopped a few feets away from her as he trailed her from head to toes before staring back at her eyes.

"I know who you're, so tell me, where's my wife?" He said. His voice losing any subtlety inside it.

Flashing him a confused look she replied, "I'm your wife. What are you talking about?"

Of course, legally she was his wife. Her name was on the papers. But Dale wasn't in the mood for this neither did he have the time to accommodate her tricks. As far as he was concerned, something horrible could have happened to Nevaeh already. He hasn't come this far to lose her when he just got her. Pity or not, he would do her a favour of putting her out of her misery if anything as much as happened to Nevaeh.

Good thing he could read Elle's thoughts. He read her thoughts, and he felt enraged by what had happened. 

He beheld her gaze and his eyes changed. She had shot Nevaeh with a tranquilizer, swapped their clothes so as not to raise suspicion and handed her to some men who had taken her away. She had given them a location, and it seems they must have taken her there. It seems she had not meant to kill her after all.

But for how long would that be, before she truly desires to kill her.

According to Sanaiah, Nevaeh was the reason why she was here.

He looked at her stomach and he sighed. Someone had pushed her and she had lost her child. She was indeed in so much pain. Not just physical, but emotional and psychological pain. And he very much knew this kind of pain. He had felt it when he once lost the woman of his heart. He had felt like his sole purpose for living had been snatched away, and everyday was a struggle. The helplessness had been overwhelming, and everyday he waited to have her back, and when he got tired of waiting, he sought death from everywhere.

Right now, she was like a stray kitten out on a rainy day, looking for warmth and somewhere to call home. She was truly lost, and he felt sympathetic towards her.

Every of her actions were her attempts to search for what she lacks but sees in people, and she'd forever be in this turmoil until something happens to her. But whatever it was, it should be good, else she might become catastrophic.

He turned away from her, but she gripped his hand, making him turn to look at her. From the way she stared at him, it seems she was tired of pretending, and she had something important to say.

"That day you said you'd end my misery, but not with death, what did you mean? Can you help me? I feel worse. Please help me.." She pleaded.

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