Trinity the last White Witch - Chapter 56

[Catherine’s POV]

It had been two days since I was locked in the tower. There were no windows nor anything breakable. There weren’t definitely silvers if ever I decided to end my life.

Was Charles seriously going to keep me here until I mate with him? Does that mean that the mating ritual was postponed until I agreed?

At least something came out good from my confinement here. However, my sanity was taking a toll on me.

I miss Benjamin so much that I cried myself to sleep just so I wouldn’t think of him. But even in my dreams, I missed him cradled in my arms.

If this continued, I was afraid that I would succumb to depression and loneliness and agreed to mate with Charles so that I could see my son and father.

Wasn’t that the case in the first place until I ruined it by refusing to mate with him?

WhoOsSH . . .

There was a slight gush of air, and I knew that Charles had come. It must be morning now. Another day, another visit from him to check on me.

We never talk.

I pretended that he was invincible. I lay on my side on the bed, back facing him while he just sat on a chair and read a book or whatever he was doing.

I was actually amazed that I could threaten him as air despite his overwhelming aura that engulfed the room. Or maybe because I slept well whenever he was around?

“. . .”

I hated myself. I squirmed in silence.

Deny as I might, he made me feel protected and secure. Even though he confused his feelings for me with his dead mate.

I was upset whenever I thought about it.

I tried to get rid of it in my mind but failed every time he was near. However, it was so much worse whenever he was gone. I imagined him curled next to his dead mate, and I wanted to rip somebody’s throat.

I was getting violent and concentrated hard to clear my thoughts.

Right now, I had to think of ways to get out from this cursed place without becoming his mate.

And there was only one person who could help me.

“Catherine.”

My thoughts were disrupted at Charles’s voice.

“. . .”

“I know that you’re upset with me, but know that I’m doing this for your own safety.”

I wanted to sneer, but that would give my cover away. I had to remind myself that I was sleeping and pretending that he was invincible even though we both knew I wasn’t asleep.

“Vein is . . . a pureblood who takes joy from others sufferings. He didn’t care if you’re a pureblood or the goddess herself. Keeping you here is for your own good.”

I rolled my eyes.

“You mean for your own good.” I couldn’t’ stop and sneered, “You locked me here so that I wouldn’t run away and see my family, which you held hostage in exchange for me to agree to mate with you.”

Charles sighed. “That’s part of the reason too. But mostly because I don’t want you running away like that again. It’s dangerous outside.

“And now that Vein took an interest in you, he would stop at nothing to get you to get to me.

“. . . Right now . . . you’re my only weakness, Catherine.”

“. . .” Tried as I might, my heart swelled at his declaration. His voice was sincere, and I almost gave in.

I heard the chair move and felt Charles’s warmth looming at my back. I closed my eyes tight and pressed my lips hard.

“The mating ritual is postponed. And until I figure out a way to deflect Vein’s interest in you, I’m afraid that you’ll have to stay here for the meantime.”

Meantime?

I lay on my back and opened my eyelids. The first thing I saw was the sincerity in his golden eyes, and my heart flinched at the haggard lines on his face.

What was he doing in just these two days that he suddenly looked like a corpse? A beautiful dead corpse.

“What do you mean? I thought that you were going to lock me here until I agreed to be your mate?”

Charles placed his forehead against mine, and I felt my heartbeat at peace. He had that effect on me. If only I didn’t hear about Emelia, things might have been different.

But I knew that I would, sooner or later.

Charles couldn’t keep that secret forever.

“I was upset and angry at that time. That’s why I said it. But mostly because I was worried that you’d run away again and get yourself in trouble or worse . . . killed.

“We were lucky that Vein didn’t do anything to you in that small amount of time. But who knows what would happen the next?

“Searching for you in those minutes was excruciating. Imagining what might happen to you was beyond maddening. It was worse than physical torture.”

I bit my lips. The pain in his voice cut me open like a knife slicing my heart. I wanted to say that I wouldn’t run away. I wanted to scream that all I wanted now was to see my son and father.

But the image of Emilia and him together . . . the thought that I was just a replacement, a tool for him to relive his days with his dead mate –– made me press my mouth shut.

Charles kissed my forehead when he sensed that I wouldn’t reply. I then went to my side and covered myself with the blanket, signaling the end of the conversation.

Ah . . . why was I so stubborn?

I never had this urge, a strong desire to erase Emilia in his life forever. I dismissed those feelings and negative emotions as my imprinted affection towards him –– the one who turned me.

“I will come back again when you’re ready to talk,” he said.

And as quiet as he came, he was gone.

I didn’t have the time to wallow in self-pity at my circumstances or weep at the realization that Charles would never see me as anything other than a replacement for Emilia, evident by his refusal to burn her body.

Right now . . . I was focused on drawing my blood on the rounded mirror on Charles’s pocket watch that I stole just now. I saw him always carrying it with him, and now I knew why.

Behind the small crystal watch mirror was a hidden picture of Emilia and him. I almost crushed the watch beneath my hand, if not that I was in desperate need of help.

And I know a single person who could get me out of here.

Using my blood, I draw Trinity’s name on the mirror.

Not for long, her face appeared on the glass.