The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 11

Chapter 11

The sudden bellow startled Irene, and as she spun around, she inadvertently knocked the box, sending it crashing to the floor with a loud bang!

Isaac was glaring at her, and he appeared at once incensed and murderous!

Flustered, she quickly explained, “I–It was an accident...”

She dropped to a crouch and tried to pick it up, but she felt something catching her wrist before she could reach the box, and the weight behind the grip threatened to crush her bones.

It was agony–her hand could have fallen off just then, and she was sweating from the pain.

“Keep your dirty hands away from it!” Isaac yelled in rage, his eyes red as he promptly flung Irene away.

Caught off guard, she stumbled backward and hit her head against the corner of a wardrobe nearby. The ensuing pain seemed to cut into her heart and numbed her. There was a dull ring in her head, and she could feel something warm flowing out–she reached out and felt around the back of her head, and felt a stickiness.

Unsurprisingly, it was blood, but it was not much.

She looked up, and saw between her disheveled locks of

hair that Isaac was carefully picking up the box, and his reaction alone made it obvious how important the box was to him.

He opened it, fearful that the contents were destroyed, and carefully studied it. Still, it appeared that the box had protected the contents.

He felt a sense of relief, but the thought that Irene almost broke it left his temper flaring–so much so that he could kill her!

Turning to glare at her with red, murderous eyes, he roared, “You really want me to kill you, don‘t you?!”

On the other hand, Irene got to her feet with much difficulty. Her numbness had dissipated, but now it was sheer pain gnawing at her nerves, and she stopped herself from shaking as she said, “Sorry...”

She could see that the box was a treasure to Isaac.

“Sorry? You think sorry would cut it?”

To him, she was as shameless as she was conceited!

Even as he closed in on her, the crushing pressure that his mere presence projected left Irene panicking and retreating fearfully.

Thud,

the wall, even as she

Irene thought she heard the sounds of bones dislocating. It

reaper straight from hell–his presence making one‘s blood run

in, his terrible presence seemed to enfold Irene. She tried to struggle but could not, even as he breathed into

in the word ‘destroy‘ left her

frameless puppet, and she would have fallen on the floor again if she was not against

standing otherwise. Meanwhile, Isaac returned the box to where

meaning to, and her eyes lingered for two

familiar,

she could satisfy her curiosity–there was a chance

as he looked

and the owner of these objects were the last bastion that retained any Warmth he had

little figure and the determination as she dragged

the clearest, purest eyes she had ever

body‘s heat allowed his

when Henry rushed to the scene. Seeing her pale face,

a little bruise,” she

he should not go so far

touched

family photo?” Henry quickly

“Yes.” Irene nodded.

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had happened right then, Henry sighed. “I don‘t think I can help you on this one... That box

especially when he kept

to have something precious as well — the first birthday present she received from

she had lost it either, but when she was seven, her grandfather had brought her here to Jefferson Manor. She was too young to understand what was happening aside from there being a funeral, or who had just

as carefree as any other, she ran off for

saw a woman throwing a boy into

looked like he was

time she had seen the wickedness of human

wanted to run, but as she watched the boy struggle to survive , she waited for the woman

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