Page 48 of His Cursed Heart

I feel something running down my chest and I look quickly and see that it is blood. Althea scratched me until she saw blood.

"Althea calm down."

"Why?" She lifts her foot and steps on mine, but I don't feel anything.

Just a lump in my throat because she feels too much too fast.

I take her body and lift her in the air because she's too aggressive.

I slam her to the couch, my body on hers.

"Isn't this what you want? To see me weak?" She moves under me.

"You think you're weak because you show emotion?"

"I hate them. I hate them with everything in me." No emotions.

Them.

"Is it enough?" She asks me tired.

"For what?"

"For showing you that I'm not different than you. Will my screams make you believe that I grieve my sister? Will me throwing everything make you see that I left a part of me with Vincent? Will me, crying my eyes out, show that I have a heart buried somewhere in here." She points at my chest, where my heart is.

My eyes are fixed on her and I feel my blood leaving my body.

She starts throwing her fists again at me, but I'm completely numb.

"Get off me." She snarls. "Keaton, get the fuck off me." I hear a little fear in her angry screams, so I move immediately.

I don't say anything, because there's not much to say.

I watch her exit the living room and I go on the balcony.

My towel is still around me, but I don't care.

Will me, crying my eyes out, show that I have a heart buried somewhere in here?

If until now, I thought that my wife has no humanity, tonight I found out that she feels too much.

And I'll be damned if I won't find out what happened to her. Get ready, wife. Because the beast in me doesn't give up until it hunts everything out of its way.

A bright light wakes me up. I put my hand above my eyes and see that I'm still on the balcony.

The sun position shows me that it's about noon. I tighten the towel around me and slide the balcony door.

But it's not sliding.

I put my whole power, but the damn door it's not opening.

And that's when I realize the little note glued to the glass.

That fucking vixen.

I punch the glass but it doesn't move.

Bulletproof glass.

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