Margaret Tucker AKA Lord Reaper novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9 The Fork in His Heart

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After finishing her meal, Margaret stretched lazily. She looked like a satisfied cat, elegant and poised. Her figure was perfect, her beauty almost unreal.

“Let’s get out of this place.”

Margaret stood up

up and headed for the staircase, with Andrew following silently behind her in his wheelchair.

But after just a few steps, a wave of dizziness hit Margaret hard. Her legs felt weak. This body. had reached its limit. Everything went black as she fell backward.

The middle–aged man nearby moved instinctively to catch her.

Before he could, a chilly voice stopped him. “Don’t touch her.”

“But sir, your condition…” the man protested, worried about Andrew’s health.

Andrew ignored him. He reached out and caught Margaret firmly. The impact made him pale. His face tightened with pain, but he held her securely.

The middle–aged man felt helpless. Once his boss decided something, no one could change his mind.

After a moment, some color returned o Andrew’s face. He looked detached and handsome, radiating authority despite his condition. No one would guess he was ill.

He adjusted his hold on the girl. “Let’s go home,” he said flatly,

Margaret didn’t know how long she had been asleep..

When she woke up, she found herself in a gloomy yet luxurious room. Every piece of furniture was uniformly black, and the two floor–to–ceiling windows were shrouded by heavy black curtains. No light entered the room. The atmosphere felt heavy and oppressive.

But Margaret felt completely at home. After years living in the shadows, darkness was her

comfort.

“Awake?” A low, rough voice came through the darkness.

She turned her head. Her special eyes could see perfectly in the dark. A man sat in a wheelchair beside her bed, shrouded in shadows. She couldn’t tell how long he had been there.

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Margaret lazily pushed the quilt away. It fell to the floor. Leaning against the headboard, she asked coolly, “How long was I out?”

“Three days and three nights.”

“Oh.” She showed no surprise.

Then he added, “I stayed with you. The whole time.”

She raised an eyebrow. “And?”

“You owe me.”

Margaret’s voice turned teasing. “What? You want me to pay with my body?”

“Stay by my side. Don’t leave.”

Her expression changed instantly. All playfulness disappeared from her face. Her eyes turned. cold and deadly. “And if I refuse?”

“Then I’ll lock you up.”

She half–closed her eyes, her voice calm but serious. “I’ll kill you before you can try.”

She would never be anyone’s caged bird.

Before she finished speaking, she was suddenly behind him–moving like a ghost. A dining fork. gleamed in her hand, its tip pressed against his heart.

“Tell me if I push this through your heart, will you die?” Her voice was soft but carried a dangerous chill.

“I’ve always wanted to taste your blood…” Her warm breath brushed his ear.

“You can try

he replied, completely calm.

“Don’t blame me then.”

Margaret was merciless. She smiled–a frigid, arrogant smile that would frighten anyone.

The next moment, she drove the fork into his chest.

He groaned lowly as pain shot through his heart. Blood quickly soaked through his shirt.

Margaret dipped her finger in the blood and tasted it. A feverish glow appeared on her perfect face. Excitement filled her eyes.

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“Your blood really is sweet,” she whispered like a devil in his ear. “Does it hurt?”

“A little,” he admitted, nodding.

Then, in that same steady voice, he said, “But that’s not enough to kill me.”

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As he spoke, his large hand covered hers–and pushed down hard. The fork sank completely into his chest.

“Anything you want, I’ll give you. Even my life.” His voice grew weaker as his life faded.

Even while doing something so self–destructive, he remained eerily calm.

Margaret stared at the fully buried fork, stunned for a moment. Then her voice rose, filled with excitement she couldn’t hide. “This is bad, handsome. I think I’m falling for you even more.”

It was like finally finding her own kind in a world where she had always been alone.

In the darkness, her eyes glowed with a strange, blood–red light.

“Superpower–healing!” she whispered.