Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 428

Chapter 428: The White Witch_Part 2

Belle, who hadn’t even gotten the chance to freshen up or change out of her nightdress, was led by Rohan to meet the white witch in the drawing room. Rohan was restless, almost impatient to get this over with so he could stop worrying about Isabelle pushing Belle to do something else. He lived with a constant fear that one day Isabelle would succeed in pulling her into the land of the dead and that she would never return to him again.

Though Angel’s pregnancy had kept Belle anchored to the living world, Rohan didn’t believe this second child, if there was truly a child, would have that same power. If the heartbeat wasn’t as strong as Angel’s had been, it would mean she was carrying a fully human baby that would develop at a slower pace with no special ability to protect her. That would make everything far more dangerous, as a normal child wouldn’t know how to go easy on its mother.

Though he knew it was entirely his fault for not making any attempt to prevent the pregnancy, because she had made him promise they would have another child and because she’d been so happy at the thought, he still wished, somewhere deep in his heart, that she wasn’t pregnant just yet. He would welcome a child if their second was already growing inside her, but he could still live without it for now.

Rohan held Belle’s hand tightly until they reached the drawing room. Then he released her and introduced her to the middle-aged woman sitting on the couch. The woman rose the moment she saw them enter.

"Meet Madame Rachael," Rohan said as he made the introduction.

"Your Grace," the white witch greeted Belle with a respectful bow of her head, addressing her with the title befitting a duchess.

Belle was taken aback, not only by the woman’s respect but by the way she looked. When Rohan had mentioned the witch was elderly, Belle had imagined someone frail and wrinkled. Instead, the woman before her was stunning in an off-white dress. Her skin was smooth, her blue eyes glimmered with calm wisdom, and her kind smile drew an instinctive smile from Belle in return.

Only the woman’s eyes seemed to study her in a way that made her feel suddenly uncomfortable and uncertain.

"How do you do?" Belle asked politely, to which the woman replied sweetly. Then she turned to Rohan and asked,

"Where is the boy you told me about yesterday?"

Rohan had told her about what had appeared in Angel’s hand without revealing that Angel was his son, but he knew the witch already understood. She also knew he wasn’t an ordinary vampire, that demon blood flowed in his veins, and she knew better than to let anyone outside the walls of this castle discover what was going to happen in today.

She was also an outcast, being a white witch in a land where black witches were more welcomed, and she wouldn’t risk her own identity being revealed by betraying the man who had tracked her down to her house when she had hidden herself and blended in so well with the humans in Nightbrook. If he wasn’t a demon, he would have never discovered her disguise.

Rohan left the drawing room briefly and returned carrying his sleeping son in his arms. Angel’s little arms hung limply at his sides, and his head rested against Rohan’s broad shoulder. The boy had opened his eyes for a brief moment when Rohan picked him up from the bed, but the instant he realized it was his father, he fell back asleep with a deep sigh.

Rohan gently laid the sleeping boy on the couch, and the witch turned to look down at him.

"What a fine boy you have, my lord," she remarked, causing Belle’s head to snapped toward Rohan in alarm at the fact that the woman knew Angel was theirs, but he met her gaze with quiet reassurance.

"It’s all right, I have it handled." He mouthed to her and she sighed in relief.

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