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Chapter 84 : We Have an Understanding

*Mila*

I took a half step back from the crystal coffin and shook my head. She was perfectly preserved in there…

When the shock wore off, I approached the coffin again and looked down at the woman inside. Her eyes were closed and she looked peaceful. She was stunningly beautiful and she’d been dressed in an expensive, silk dress. Her hair was brushed and it looked like she had makeup on.

She was holding a bouquet of white flowers that were also preserved in the crystal with her.

The way she was preserved and the care taken to keep her looking beautiful. The coffin, the tomb, the eerie lighting, the magic to preserve her. None of that was cheap at all!

Who was this woman? Chandler clearly cared about her, even loved her. He wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to do this for just anyone.

This wasn’t a tomb and she wasn’t a corpse. It was a showroom and she was a doll. Someone that he could kneel down beside and imagine she was still alive and they still had a future together. It was someone he imagined he’d get to talk to again.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?”

I whipped around. The voice was familiar but it wasn’t Chandler. When I saw him, I recognized him immediately. He was still dressed in black and I couldn’t see his face but he was tall and imposing.

How had he even gotten in here?

He’d blocked my magic and incapacitated me with his own. Even though he didn’t look all that intimidating compared to Chandler. He wasn’t loud or boisterous or aggressive.

As he took a step closer, all the hairs on my body stood up in fear.

Ice slid down my spine. He gave off a cold, chilling vibe that made my bones ache. Instinctively, I knew he was more dangerous than Chandler. Given the chance, he’d be far more vicious and brutal.

He spoke in a soft, almost friendly tone, and he wasn’t being rude or provocative like Chandler was. He stood proud and tall, almost regal. I could see that even without seeing his face. He was graceful as he strode around the room, closer to the coffin.

The stranger looked down at the coffin and touched the open glass window over the woman’s face. He seemed somber and respectful. A truly graceful, nearly royal gesture.

I just glared at him.

“She was an innocent soul. One of the few in the world that was truly innocent. Kind, gentle, and beloved. Unfortunately, she died… as you can see.” He chuckled.

I still kept quiet, just watching him. Maybe, if he kept talking, he’d reveal more about himself. I had no idea who he was or what he wanted from me. As long as he was willing to keep talking, I wasn’t going to interrupt him.

“It truly was a tragedy when she died. And more of a tragedy that Chandler lost her. He spent years searching for a way to resurrect her without success. But you, my dear Mila…” he trailed off with another dark chuckle.

I arched an eyebrow, continuing to stay quiet.

“You give him hope,” he said pointing a straight, gloved finger at me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Of course, not.”

He touched a finger to his nose. At least, I thought it was his nose. It was hard to tell with how he kept his face hidden.

my name. Don’t you think it is

matter who I

think I at least deserve

the time is right.” he

rolled

I changed my mind. I don’t give a flying fig who you are. So, whoever you are, stay the hell out

turned to me and pulled his hood off. His bright, steely eyes glared at me. He was verging on

a man I knew nothing about. One

The hard look in his eyes didn’t leave

not try my temper,” he warned

tone change and that was

of you are getting to know each

in his hand. He bowed his head to the stranger in

“My Lord.”

seen Chandler show

nodded back showing little interest in

If he was bowing and calling someone “lord,” the person he was talking to had to be…

man, Helen’s warning ringing in my head. I didn’t know anything about the royal family, other than my aunt had warned me that the king was

to the crystal coffin and knelt down. He placed the big

me. We’re almost there. Soon, you

Chandler so soft and gentle was strange. Every time he’d interacted with me he was cruel and hard, mean and nasty. But he did have a gentle side. For some reason,

me feel worse. Something was coming and I didn’t like being in a room with the two

I backed away from the

“Alright, Mila!”

me. His tenderness was gone now. He looked like a completely

my arms and

did, you

the Chandler I was used to. If the stranger wasn’t there, I wouldn’t be so nervous, but I

why

and bit back the remark that rose to my

let them get away

against the insults he slung at me. He wanted me to react and I wasn’t going to

man just

now, you’re going

back. I stared at Chandler. “Are you crazy? There

play coy with me. I know what it is you dug up from around

really believe there’s something that can bring her back from the dead,

Chandler growled.

“Do not challenge me!”

you’re asking the wrong person. Only the Moon Goddess has the power to bring someone back

my prayer because she sent me you,” he said, chuckling

forced me to come here

growled and shook from head to toe, his cheeks turning