MoboReader> Romance > Resurrect Thy Heart

   Chapter 11 The Unspeakable Truth

Resurrect Thy Heart By JMFelic Characters: 11274

Updated: 2018-09-05 21:50


Ysabelle stepped backward, stirred by his daring words. "Ple—please take the envelope. It contains your picture, " she blurted out, her cheeks in a maddening blush. Good thing the light was red, otherwise, he would have seen how red her face was.

"You are escaping again, Ysabelle, " Marcus, on impulse, remarked grimly, but that didn't hide how her name flowed smoothly in his tongue. Although he wasn't irritated by her swift avoidance of the topic, he was unhappy about it. He thought that they had an equal understanding of the Question and Answer portion of their conversation and for her to keep evading it definitely was the opposite.

"I am what?" Ysabelle clarified, unconsciously lifting her chin more.

"You are intentionally dodging yourself on my questions. They are not interrogations lovely lady and yet you act very hostile about it, " Marcus answered. He moved to take the envelope from her, but his right hand strayed and instead gripped her wrist.

The contact brought out a prompt feeling in Ysabelle. Her respiration paused without her control and sent her head into a dizzying swirl. It was comparable to the feeling she had when she first touched his tattooed right arm back in his room. Exactly the same. But the feeling when Marcus kissed her wasn't. It was more than that. It was similar to her having a heart attack: heart jumping out in disorder, chest tightening, and breathing in slow pace. It was almost like her life was a near end. It was enough a foreboding feeling that her fingers were shaking and she had to put a hand in the center of her chest when Marcus pulled himself away from their kiss that time.

Just what is the reason why this is happening whenever they come in contact physically?

"I am...not, " was her breathy answer. She couldn't determine whether she was saying a soft no to his accusation, or the fact that he was complimenting her, or the fact that she was still lightheaded with his tight hold.

"I think you are, and I want to know why, " Marcus replied with fixated determination, not noticing her bodily reactions.

But then, Ysabelle tore her hand from his grip and backed up a few feet away from him. Almost immediately, the lightheaded sensation disappeared.

"It is none of your business Father, " she said, able to gather herself up with one draw of breath. "Please don't step your foot on places you shouldn't be stepping."

It was a good advise especially when the truth comes with a price. She wouldn't want for the brotherhood to go on hunting the exorcist priest just in order to keep his mouth shut.

"If you don't want to confess, then so be it. It is yours to hide. But please..." he pleaded, looking desperate, "just tell me how André was possessed. I have the feeling you have an idea about it."

She did alright. In more ways than one.

Marcus closed the gap once again and tried to hold her elbow, but he missed it when Ysabelle quickly moved to the side. The way she acted almost looked like she was averse to his touch and that pierced his heart a little.

Had he been aggressive to her that she had to recoil now? He hoped deep inside him that it wasn't the case.

"Is this one of your investigations Father?" Ysabelle questioned, looking at him with skeptical eyes.

Marcus, though still feeling the pressure, softened for a bit, focusing his eyes on the envelope in

gasp of surprise escaped her when she saw the change of Marcus' eyes from a smoky brown to a different shade entirely: gold and blue-violet colors on each.

André mentioned the same heterochromatic eyes this morning right? Didn't he say that it was from the demon in his dream? Why does Father Marcus have it?!

Just as the color popped out, it quickly vanished when Marcus blinked once. It relieved Ysabelle, but it didn't take the worry away from her knowing that it was not just an illusion.

He kissed her forehead without warning then, just a small harmless peck, and that provided him a calming effect.

For Ysabelle, she was stunned with it, but nevertheless had the same effect.

"I'm sorry. Just...just forget it, " was Marcus statement when he loosened his hold on her waist. He stepped backward and hauled in as much oxygen as he could get into his lungs. An emotional wreck - that's what he could call himself right now. He couldn't pinpoint which emotion was the strongest, but there was only one thing that he was sure about above all else.

"Thank you for sharing the information with me Ysabelle. Know that I appreciate it, " he said before turning towards the door, "I should leave before...before I might forget I am a priest."

Ysabelle just nodded meekly, not able to arrange the right sentence to give back to him.

Oh, God. Temptation was hanging on a balance. Did he just say that? His words were already a hint. He is attracted to her. What more evidence is needed?

If more evidence was in fact needed, Marcus quickly provided it when he paused from walking and said, "I don't regret kissing you Ysabelle. Remember that."

With shoulder's slumped, she sat on the single-seater, mouth agape and knees trembling as she watched his retreating back.

He didn't regret it.

Dammit.

He didn't.

Why does he have to tell her that?!

The silence of the studio provided her a truth she cannot deny anymore. She had conflicted feelings about him, feelings that she would have preferred to be buried along with her past. His kiss in her forehead had not only given her warmth, but a sense of longing. Two exact emotions she hadn't expected she would feel from a man in her lifetime as being an immortal....

Free to Download MoboReader
(← Keyboard shortcut) Previous Contents (Keyboard shortcut →)
 Novels To Read Online Free

Scan the QR code to download MoboReader app.

Back to Top