Page 137 of His Cursed Heart

And how much I want to kill myself from not seeing the truth all along.

My mind is messed up. All I see are memories from when she saved me, but if before I had images of Keres saving me and hearing her voice, now Althea has possessed every part of me.

My brain.

My memories.

My heart.

I want to say that I'm mad at her, but I'll be lying to myself. While I'm angry and frustrated about the situation, I can't be mad at her. We both did mistakes that costed our lives, but haven't we suffered enough?

Why should I let this anger control my body when finally, I have her in my arms? When Althea is finally free from that prison. Her life has been a living hell, and her choices are understandable. The way she chose to live her life makes my blood boil, but I have no right to judge her.

All these thoughts only bring me to the initial question.

How much does she have to endure until she's happy?

And the answer is, no more.

I will make sure she has everything she needs to live the life she never could. She'll have Vincent, her art, her evil dogs.

And me, if she wants.

And if not, I will still be hers.

Even though I didn't remembered Althea, my heart always called for her. My brain didn't listen, but my damn heart always knew that she is the only source of life that can make it beat.

I'll go to her running, apologizing for leaving her like that. I'd fall on my knees just to make her see how desperate I would be without her.

Althea couldn't escape me when we got engaged, but now she will be haunted by me. I will be the shadow that makes sure she'll never get hurt, the beast that slaughters all the demons and bastards that touch even a piece of her skin, the husband who will always worship her like my own goddess.

Althea Seraphina Moretti is mine and I will make sure that even the devil knows it.

"Althea is the one who saved me that day, not Keres." I tell Allan after a few minutes of silence.

"Pardon me?" His shock brings his British accent back. Allan is half-Italian, half-British, but he never lets the two sides of him to be seen.

"Althea saved me four years ago, not Keres." Another wave of anger fills my veins.

If only I would've believed my gut.

"So, you've been engaged with the wrong woman all these years,"

"Yes, I guess I have."

"And you're still not drinking."

"Allan, I'm drinking every day since eighteen. How many times have you seen me drowning my problems in alcohol?" I snap, and I immediately regret it when his blue eyes twitch in sadness. The emotion in his eyes stays for a second, because when he blinks, it's gone.

I can snap about everything with him, but alcoholism is my limit.

"Guess that's the difference between you and him," He smiles weakly. "Anyway, we kind of wished Keres wasn't the one who saved you." I almost cry in relief when he changes the topic.

"We?"

"Me, your parents, Emmeline. You needed someone who challenged your beast, not ignore it. Keres was

lovely. She was everything a Boss could want in a wife, but she wasn't for you." Allan explains and he looks in the fridge. He almost squeaks when he sees the vanilla cake.

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