Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 90: The witch_Part 2

Galyana tried to act relaxed because she could sense a menacing air around him despite the fact that he was nonchalantly leaning against her wall, smoking and studying her.

"You’ve made yourself younger again," he remarked as he pushed from the wall and took his cigar between his gloved fingers.

"I can’t help but wonder who among your customers gave you what you need for it." He put his cigar away and walked toward her with slow steps, and Galyana willed herself to stand still.

She laughed, "How do I look? Men have not been able to take their eyes off me when I went into the market this afternoon," she said, turning around in a seductive way for him to admire her, and perhaps she could distract him with another way.

He was a handsome man, and no man could resist such beauty. Taking him to bed would be her greatest achievement, for he had always caught her fancy from the very beginning.

If Rohan noticed the changes on her body that had become curvy and full in the right places, he merely scoffed and said, "You are as rotten as a corpse under this. To me, you are still a disgusting hunchback witch with the foul smell you carry around. Any man that admires that and lusts for it must be sick in the head and in the cock." He taunted and watched as her pretty face took on an ugly, angry expression.

"You’re a bastard," she muttered angrily as she felt insulted by his words. She had worked hard for this body and longed for it, only for him to insult her like that.

"What brings you to my den today?" she demanded hostilely, already impatient for him to leave so she could go and rebuild her self-esteem and ego with another man who found her beautiful enough to give her his attention.

Rohan sighed as he moved to go and touch the bottles lined on her shelves like he usually did since when he was a boy. It was a habit he couldn’t get rid of because whatever the witch kept was fascinating to him, and the bitch made sure to bring in new things every day.

"I am here to fulfill a promise I made thirty years ago—to take your heart. Only, I won’t stew it and eat it because I had a hearty dinner tonight with my wife. What is this potion for?" he asked immediately after he had said he wanted to kill her, as he turned casually with a bottle in hand, staring at it in wonderment. "It wasn’t here the last time I came."

Galyana, astonished and disbelieving that he had said something like he wanted to take her heart and still dared question her about what potion he was holding, exclaimed as she backed away from him, "I did not go against our deal and made sure to make the potion before you come for it! Why would you want to kill me now?!"

"What is this potion for?" he questioned again without taking his eyes off the little bottle with bubbling green liquid inside that sparkled under the candlelight.

Galyana looked at him and then at the potion he held. She swallowed hard. This man was indeed mad. But thankfully, she had prepared for this and knew a day like this would eventually come. She wouldn’t just stand still and watch him kill her.

"It’s a potion used to revive a dead plant. I sell it to the human farmers," she replied as she reached her hand to grip something behind her.

"Revive plants?" Rohan asked, looking at her with curious dark eyes. "Does it revive any kind of plant?" he asked again and watched her shrug.

"So far, it has been working for the farmers who lost a year of harvest to the excessive rain that flooded their hard work. Once they put the potion on the land, every plant that died or got flooded revives itself. I heard it worked on a dying tree of an old man days ago," she explained with a steady voice while her hand worked behind her swiftly.

Without another question, Rohan tucked the bottle inside his pocket. He had just the idea of the plant to revive. His precious plant might have a chance to be saved. He made sure the bottle was secured in his pocket, then said to the witch, "Too bad I will have to kill you. You’ve always been a smart, talented witch, but you just had to go and cross what is mine. Tsk."

"What do you mean?" Galyana demanded, taken aback.

"You made a charm for a slave girl to kill my wife with it, didn’t you?" he asked, his calm demeanor turning cold and angry as he recalled how his wife had refused to open the door of her chamber when he went after her.

He could’ve broken the door, of course, but Rav had advised him to let her be for the moment—that humans sometimes needed time to digest things, especially when they had witnessed the killing of others.

Rohan had argued that those people deserved to die, but Rav had reminded him she was human, and she might think differently from him. Not to mention, she might feel betrayed by what her maidservant had done and had said. She’d gone through so much today and she deserved a few hours alone to cry or think, Rav had said.

Since Rohan had decided to leave her be, he had taken the decision to get rid of the other person involved in making the charm that would have killed his woman—had he not been warned by the ever-obsessed Kuhn, who was still keeping a close eye on his wife, even after Rohan’s stern warning for the creature not to even think about eating from her soul.

Kuhn had come and whispered to him that he saw the slave placing something under the pillow on his wife’s bed. Rohan had gone to check and indeed found the charm. He had recognized the thread immediately as Galyana’s.

He would have killed the slave then, but decided to wait and see what her intentions were and what she would do next.

When she approached him with the letter Marchant had sent, he had been angry and felt betrayed by his wife’s actions. But then, he knew immediately from the slave’s heartbeat that she had come up with another way to kill his wife.

That was when he had planned her own death and gone to look for his woman before she could fall into the wrong hands.

"A charm?" Galyana questioned. "You mean the charm I made for that green-eyed woman with a pretty face was for your wife?"

Galyana only did business without bothering herself with the victim she might kill. And just like she had always done, she had taken what she wanted from the girl and gave her what she requested—without knowing that the victim was the devil’s wife.

"Tsk. You almost killed my sweetheart, witch. You don’t believe I’d let that slide, do you?" He began to walk toward her with slow, deliberate steps that made her begin to walk backward.

"But I didn’t know she was your wife! Why should you even care if she lived or died when rumors says you were forced into the marriage? Wouldn’t that be helping you, being rid of a human wife?" she exclaimed, not believing that giving the charm—or killing a baby for a beauty potion—was enough for her to die.

"Any last words, witch?" he asked, ignoring her words and beginning to tilt his head side to side, emitting a cracking sound from his neck.

Galyana suddenly stopped walking backward, and her terrified expression fell away as a smirk made its way to her face.

"Yes. I knew a day like this would come, my Lord. I knew a man like you was not someone to rely their life on—you could suddenly go crazy and want me dead. But I wasn’t called the smartest witch for nothing. I have something for you." She laughed as she pulled her hands out from behind her, revealing a voodoo doll made of mud with features resembling Rohan.

Rohan, never having seen anything like that before—even with clothes similar to his own—tilted his head to the side and stared at the doll, then her chuckled dryily.

"Interesting," he muttered. "A mini me."

"Not just a mini you, bastard. But a way to kill you!" she laughed crazily and, with a swift movement, leapt onto the table behind her. Then, muttering an incantation, she stabbed the doll in the chest with a sharp pin.

Rohan, who had been approaching her, stopped. He scowled darkly and clutched his chest. Black blood trailed down his nose, and he wiped it off with his gloved finger, staring at it impassively.

"It’s been a long time since I felt the pinch of pain," he said. "How did you do it?"