Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 555

Chapter 555: Letter’s_Part 2

He stared at the letters for a moment, then reached for a yellow envelope. He opened it and took out the folded letter from within. Max hesitated to read it, afraid of what he would find, but he still unfolded the paper and began to read. As his eyes moved across the words, they slowly softened.

[To my dear Angel,

Today I finally got my own room! Mama was reluctant to let me stay on my own because she thought I might get sick at night, but then I convinced her with the argument you taught me, about how if she didn’t let me fly, my wings might wane and become useless. Not that I have wings like you, but I told her that anyway, and she looked at me for a long time before saying she would let me sleep on my own for one night!

Angel, I did it. I passed two nights without Mama beside me. Though I was scared of being alone in my room at night, I looked at the portrait of Papa you sent me, and I felt brave. I felt like you and Papa were watching me and keeping me safe while I slept. I can’t wait for you to see my room and tell me if you like it.

Enough about my room. Tell me about your school and whether you have made any friends there. Did you receive the gift I put inside your bag? Did you like it? ]

Angel paused. The gift she talked about was a set of paintbrushes he had once mentioned wanting to buy but never did before leaving for the academy as he didn’t get the chance to go back to their place and visit the market he had seen it in. He continued reading.

[I finally broke my safebox because I saw how much you wanted those paintbrushes when you escorted Mama and me to the market. I was saving the money for Papa when he comes back home, but I thought maybe you needed them more right now. I gave them to Rosey to put in your belongings when you are leaving. Please don’t be angry with me for using my safe money. ]

Max smiled bitterly. He recalled how she had been saving that money for Uncle Rav, planning to buy him something nice when he returned, but she had used it to buy him something he had never even used, because he had stopped drawing and painting a long time ago.

He put that letter away and took another, one that spoke of her daily life, of small things that happened in their house, things written so simply that they made him smile without realizing it. Then he took another letter.

[Why are you not replying to me anymore, Angel? I wait every day for your letters and Papa’s, but none of them come anymore. I feel... sad. Did I do something to upset you or Papa?

I feel like a burden to Mama because she is trying to give me everything, even things I didn’t ask for. She thinks I feel lonely because I don’t go out with friends, but it was always your letters that made my days bright. Now you are not replying either.

I have sent more than twenty letters with no reply. Can you please write back and tell me if I did something wrong? ]

Angel picked up another letter, guilt stabbing sharply at his heart. From the uneven writing and the dark patches on the paper, he could tell she had cried while writing this one.

[Angel, I believe I am dying, and it hurts so much to think that I might die without knowing what I did to make you stop writing to me. When I heard you went to Velmere last winter without asking about me or writing to me, I felt angry at you and stopped writing. But then now that I believe I will die, I can’t help but write to you again.]

Angel paused, searching his memory for any mention of Elle ever falling gravely ill. No one had told him anything, not his parents, not Finn, not even Rosey. Unease crept slowly into his chest as he continued reading, wanting to find out what had happened to her.

[It hurt so much, Angel. I woke up this morning and found my bedsheets stained with blood, and my stomach hurt in a way I have never felt before. I am scared and don’t know what to do.

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