CHAPTER 484: WHAT CALLED COINCIDENCE

Esme’s eyes glimmered with anger. She tried to restrain her anger, clenching to her fists to prevent her own anger from escaping but in the end they both are well aware of how much truth was in Arabella’s words and anger scourge to her face into bitterness.

"And should you know that his heart won’t have a place for you either," Esme muttered, perhaps thinking that she was also vying for Morpheus’s attention when in truth she cared not. "How unfortunate if you think that by removing all the women around him, you would finally have a spot in his heart."

Arabella chuckled, looked away before looking back at Esme. "Then why are you so afraid Esme? If as you say I will never have a place in his heart, what have made you so afraid? Afraid that his heart will move for me? Or afraid to face the truth that he can open his heart to anyone but you?"

Startled, Esme seemed as if she had dropped her heart. Her eyes had widened in shock while her mouth parted in a gape.

But Arabella didn’t feel like she should repeat her words. She then took Cassius’s hands and turned around, "Tell Morpheus what had happened today according to you. Tell him that I was the one who had told my maid to steal from you, and let’s see the outcome. I wonder if even with all your petty tricks, he will be moved."

Cassius could see Esme’s eyes turning glassy and red, torn between anger and frustration. He couldn’t help but let out a grin which Esme seemed to have noticed but he was as quick to revert to his meek self, enough to make the woman confused of whether what she had seen was a mere imagination or it had truly happened.

He then shrugged his shoulders before looking forward, watching how tight Arabella had held to his wrist while she pulled him away.

Even though this was perhaps the first time he was led by her physically, he knew that his heart had always been lead on by her, and so willingly he enjoyed himself being pulled by her. A smile widened his lips, spreading his cheeks wide as the bright sunlight casted over him through the window.

It’s as if he had just won the path to heaven. Maybe he was simply so delighted because he was already in touch with his Haven.

When Arabella was far enough she turned to pull Cassius’s arms. Rolling his sleeve over she could see the red marks and frowned, "Vampires should have a quick healing ability, correct?"

"Yes, so you don’t have to look so upset," Cassius smiled. "Besides what’s a little hit could do to me? You just haven’t seen the amount of blood I can shed without passing out."

"That’s not good," she said with a frown instead of a relief. Then sighing she pressed her hand to his arms and he could feel his skin healing much faster than before. "Even if you can get healed, it doesn’t mean that it still doesn’t hurt."

Cassius briefly stared at her and he leaned down, closer to her, "Do you know?"

Seeing his face suddenly closer she felt her heart leaped, "Know what?"

"You have said that to me before. It was the first time I have came to realize that it’s not normal to endure pain just because it could heal," Cassius’s red eyes glimmered then as he lifted to look deeply into her eyes, "I promised then that I will also make sure that you won’t get hurt no matter what. Because as you said. It could get healed but it hurts all the same."

Arabella found herself swept up and she could tell the change in her gaze had also been seen by Cassius whose smile had softened. He then moved his arms around, showing how he had healed, "I have to say your power had became stronger now. Do you think it would be easy to fight hand to hand against Morpheus?"

Arabella fell into a deep thought. Cassius does make a find point as now that she thinks about it she had never truly fought head to head to Morpheus. There was simply no reason to do so and Morpheus wasn’t one to demonstrate his skill willingly without a reason.

What she knew is that compared to him, she was lacking in experience of using magic and that could cause her disadvantage. But speaking of raw prowess, she should have more and enough magic to go against him.

"What about you?" Arabella asked him. "Do you think you could fight him?"

Cassius narrowed his eyes slightly, not in a glare or contempt, rather in a solemn manner, "Right now I could take care of him but I have been warned not to."

"Right now?" Does that mean if it’s not now, he would have a trouble fighting against Morpheus? But why?

"Think of him as a box with a dangerous explosive magic inside," Cassius drew her imagination with his words, "If we open the box carelessly, instead of actually defeating him, we will strengthen the explosion which he would become. But if we manage to take him down when he’s the weakest only then will we be able to truly took care of him."

She pursed her lips, "So you mean that even if we could defeat him now, we won’t succeed and only amplify his strength. Then what do we do? When

is the right time?"

Cassius could tell she was impatient. Losing her memory and staying here, everything was uncomfortable to her despite having almost all her entire memories altered toward Morpheus’s liking.

But that doesn’t mean he wasn’t impatient either. Instead, compared to her, how many times had he almost slipped into Morpheus’s room, wanting to end the man’s life for good? He had thought of many ways to get back to Morpheus’s trick for stealing away his beloved. He had even almost killed him when he woke up again this morning.

But Circe and Atlas had begged him not to do so. They knew that to control his temper was akin to doing the impossible, especially when it involves Arabella but until Circe manages to put the shield that would prevent Morpheus from being a half demon.

It’s not that they were afraid Morpheus’s power would be stronger to the point no one in this world could truly go against him. It was the opposite, it was to protect Cassius instead, to make sure that he wouldn’t use more of the demonic power that his demon could offer, so he wouldn’t truly be turned into a demon.

For now, that was their plan.

"Until someone could do their job well enough," Cassius answered her. "Don’t make such worried face. Don’t worry. Although I don’t truly trust them, you seem to trust their power. In a few days it should be done and we could finally bring an end to everything."

And that was comforting. Something about Cassius, either his confidence or words or his tone, always bring comfort the people who listened to him, even if they weren’t truly sure of his words without an evidence. Arabella wasn’t an exception to this.

"Do you also have a sibling?" She then asked him, curious if his sense of security that he always exuded came from the fact he used to have someone he often protected, perhaps like a younger sibling.

"I do," Cassius smiled, "One by blood and one by family bond."

"Two?" That was unexpected, "Where are they now?"

For a moment he was quiet. Then when he spoke, he doesn’t seem sad, simply as if he was talking about a long distant past, "She died. The other one left to find his mother, to make sure she pays for what she had done."

"I’m sorry." Arabella regretted the words that had asked him to dig such past. But Cassius grinned.

"Don’t be. You were there to protect her and comfort me," Cassius then turned, "I am though worried about my younger brother. I haven’t gotten his news for a long time. The last thing he told me through letter was how he would never come back to Versailles until he had made sure that his mother would be brought back to face all her mistakes and pay for it. He even said he would exact his own punishment for justice. Such big words, really."

"He must have felt guilty, do you blame him?"

"Is there anyone who would blame a child?" Cassius inquired back, "If he had turned evil, I would have closed an eye to the things he had done to me. A child grows up due to the influence of the people around them. They could be pure and untouched by evil if they stay away from such crowds. But what about children whose parents are evil? Of course, that would also mean I would only forgive him if he does hurt me. If he dares to hurt someone precious to me, then he would be buried beside my father."

Arabella couldn’t help but smile. Yes, things like this was what made Cassius kind despite his cruel nature.