Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90: The witch_Part 2

Galyana tried to act relaxed because she could sense a menacing air around him despite the fact that he was nonchalantly leaning against her wall, smoking and studying her.

"You’ve made yourself younger again," he remarked as he pushed from the wall and took his cigar between his gloved fingers.

"I can’t help but wonder who among your customers gave you what you need for it." He put his cigar away and walked toward her with slow steps, and Galyana willed herself to stand still.

She laughed, "How do I look? Men have not been able to take their eyes off me when I went into the market this afternoon," she said, turning around in a seductive way for him to admire her, and perhaps she could distract him with another way.

He was a handsome man, and no man could resist such beauty. Taking him to bed would be her greatest achievement, for he had always caught her fancy from the very beginning.

If Rohan noticed the changes on her body that had become curvy and full in the right places, he merely scoffed and said, "You are as rotten as a corpse under this. To me, you are still a disgusting hunchback witch with the foul smell you carry around. Any man that admires that and lusts for it must be sick in the head and in the cock." He taunted and watched as her pretty face took on an ugly, angry expression.

"You’re a bastard," she muttered angrily as she felt insulted by his words. She had worked hard for this body and longed for it, only for him to insult her like that.

"What brings you to my den today?" she demanded hostilely, already impatient for him to leave so she could go and rebuild her self-esteem and ego with another man who found her beautiful enough to give her his attention.

Rohan sighed as he moved to go and touch the bottles lined on her shelves like he usually did since when he was a boy. It was a habit he couldn’t get rid of because whatever the witch kept was fascinating to him, and the bitch made sure to bring in new things every day.

"I am here to fulfill a promise I made thirty years ago—to take your heart. Only, I won’t stew it and eat it because I had a hearty dinner tonight with my wife. What is this potion for?" he asked immediately after he had said he wanted to kill her, as he turned casually with a bottle in hand, staring at it in wonderment. "It wasn’t here the last time I came."

Galyana, astonished and disbelieving that he had said something like he wanted to take her heart and still dared question her about what potion he was holding, exclaimed as she backed away from him, "I did not go against our deal and made sure to make the potion before you come for it! Why would you want to kill me now?!"

"What is this potion for?" he questioned again without taking his eyes off the little bottle with bubbling green liquid inside that sparkled under the candlelight.

Galyana looked at him and then at the potion he held. She swallowed hard. This man was indeed mad. But thankfully, she had prepared for this and knew a day like this would eventually come. She wouldn’t just stand still and watch him kill her.

"It’s a potion used to revive a dead plant. I sell it to the human farmers," she replied as she reached her hand to grip something behind her.

"Revive plants?" Rohan asked, looking at her with curious dark eyes. "Does it revive any kind of plant?" he asked again and watched her shrug.

"So far, it has been working for the farmers who lost a year of harvest to the excessive rain that flooded their hard work. Once they put the potion on the land, every plant that died or got flooded revives itself. I heard it worked on a dying tree of an old man days ago," she explained with a steady voice while her hand worked behind her swiftly.

Without another question, Rohan tucked the bottle inside his pocket. He had just the idea of the plant to revive. His precious plant might have a chance to be saved. He made sure the bottle was secured in his pocket, then said to the witch, "Too bad I will have to kill you. You’ve always been a smart, talented witch, but you just had to go and cross what is mine. Tsk."

"What do you mean?" Galyana demanded, taken aback.

"You made a charm for a slave girl to kill my wife with it, didn’t you?" he asked, his calm demeanor turning cold and angry as he recalled how his wife had refused to open the door of her chamber when he went after her.

He would have killed the slave then, but decided to wait and see what her intentions were and what she would do next. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

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