Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79: Determined to kill

While Rohan watched over his wife, in another part of Nightbrook—deep in the forest known as Grimvale—a figure in a dark blue, flowing cloak moved through the trees without fear of what might lurk in the dense shadows.

A lamp was held poised in the figure’s left hand, while the right hand, hidden beneath the cloak, clutched a bundled object. The figure had arrived on horseback but left the animal tied at the edge of the vast forest—one so expansive that it was said a person could never walk it all in a week.

Grimvale was one of the largest forests in Nightbrook. Winding paths within it led to different towns, villages, and even the royal castle. The cloaked figure moved quickly, undeterred by the wet ground, the occasional flash of lightning, and the rumble of thunder that echoed through the dark sky, giving the atmosphere a grim, eerie peninsula-like feel.

When one is determined to end the life of someone who stood in the way of their success and achievements, nothing else could frighten them—not even a dark forest that, according to rumors, held many rogues.

Far at the end of the trail the figure followed stood a small, old house nestled among the trees. Faint light flickered from within its narrow windows. When the figure reached the door, a soft female voice sounded from within the cloak’s hood.

"I am back!" the cloaked woman exclaimed, her voice slightly impatient. "Are you home? I’ve come back!"

There was the sound of rustling from within the house, and then the wooden door creaked open. An aged woman appeared, her back hunched and her disheveled grey hair hanging down her deeply wrinkled face. A few teeth were missing from her dry mouth when she smiled, giving her a grotesque look.

"You came back so soon, my dear. I can tell you’re more desperate than I am," said the elderly woman. Strangely, her voice was smooth and youthful—completely mismatched with her aged appearance.

"Did you bring what we agreed on?" she asked, eyeing the other woman’s cloak.

"Yes, I brought it. Here it is," the cloaked woman replied and revealed the bundle hidden in her cloak. It was an infant, softly wailing. "It took me hours to get my hands on the baby. Her mother was stupid enough to leave the child outside the house to attend to her husband."

The old woman—who was none other than a dark witch—grinned with malicious delight, her toothless smile making her appear even more sinister.

"A very young child. She’ll do just fine," she said. "What about the other thing I told you I needed to curse the woman to her death? Did you bring it too?"

"Yes. I brought a strand of her hair," the cloaked woman replied with a snarl of resentment. She pulled out several long, golden blonde strands. The very sight of the hair made her hatred boil.

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