The Fearless Witch (The Soulless Witch Book 3) by Hart J.S

Author:Hart, J.S. [Hart, J.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-07-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Celeste

Iwas in heaven and the angels were singing—that was my first thought as I slowly woke up, listening to the lovely song that filled my ears. Then I remembered I didn’t have a soul and the last time I checked, I was in Hell, and that theory fell apart. So where was the singing coming from?

Peeling my eyelids open, I blinked a few times while trying to find the source of the melody. The first thing I noticed was that I was lying in the bed; the second thing was that I was naked, covered only with a thin black sheet that had entangled itself around my legs. Something was pressing on my stomach, so I held my breath as I lifted the cover to see what that bastard might have done to me.

Neatly wrapped bandages around my abdomen wasn’t what I expected to find.

The voice returned, singing in low, flawless notes. Even though there were no distinguishable words, the feeling of loneliness, heartbreak, and just a flicker of hope it conveyed made my heart ache in a way it hadn’t for almost two thousand years. I could barely breathe by the time I pushed myself to my elbows and found where it was coming from. Or rather, who.

Standing in just a pair of gray sweatpants with his back to the bed, Beleth fussed over what looked like breakfast for two while humming that haunting melody. The muscles on his back flexed, tattoos shimmering almost like they were alive, and when he reached for the knife lying beside the plate, a cold chill crawled down my spine.

I shook it off just as the melody ceased mid-note and his head snapped toward me. Relief flooded my chest when I noticed his eyes were gray, not black, and his smile was apologetic, not full of all things wicked. Still, my body refused to relax entirely.

“Cyrus,” I whispered, and the edges of his lips quivered in confirmation.

“Did I wake you?” he asked, turning back to the table. He picked up whatever he was working on and carried it to the bed, his steps slowing when he approached my side. He studied my face for a moment before sitting on the edge. It took a great deal of effort not to gawk at the overflowing tray with eggs, sausages, fresh tomatoes, and bread he put on my lap. There was even a tiny vase with black roses that seemed to be… dripping blood.

I pulled the plate away just before a drop fell on my eggs and he cursed, grabbing the vase and placing it on the floor.

“Sorry, I wanted you to have something pretty to look at! I forgot the ones here bleed once they’re cut from the stem,” he laughed awkwardly. “The food is good, though. No blood or dead meat or anything strange.” He winced, giving me a sheepish grin. “Well, the meat was dead when the sausage was made, I suppose, but none of those things came from Hell. So eat up! It will help you regain your strength.

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