Page 52 of His Cursed Heart

I open my eyes and his hard face makes me wake to reality.

I take his swollen lower lip in mine and I bite as hard as I can. His hiss makes me smirk and Keaton separates our months, his hands letting go of my body.

A few drops of blood are on his lips and I raise my hand, taking his blood on my fingertips.

"I wish I could see you like this every day."

"Yeah?" He asks while licking his lips. "You like me bloody?"

"I like you dead." His smile grows bigger and big dimples are now created.

"That's how you're thanking me for this room?" Keaton crosses his arm.

"Thanking you?" He did his room for me?

"This is my wedding gift for you." He's still smiling.

Why the fuck is he still smiling?

"How do you know I paint?" I whisper. That one painting possessing my mind.

"Keres ones told me that you're communicating only with brushes." I try not to flinch at the information.

"What happened, Althea?" Her desperate eyes are staring at me.

"I-I-" I try to say something but the words just aren't coming out.

"You want me to come to Italy?" I shake my head.

"Keres," Tears are making my vision blurry. My chest is numb.

I'm numb.

"Paint, Althea. Paint anything and I promise I'll take the first plane to you."

But when she came the monster in me was already born, and she left Italy in tears and we never spoke again.

"Why would you do something so...nice." My voice is low.

"Because, believe it or not, I want you to feel comfortable in this house." My eyes meet his, and that thing happens again.

We have a whole conversation with just our eyes.

But he doesn't see the true story in them.

"Sir?" Our gaze is interrupted by Ivan's voice. Keaton turns to him and my eyes are eyeing his back muscles. "Your father is here for you."

I can see tension fill his body and his dementor changing.

Keaton turns to me and looks at my face.

I don't know why I feel the need to make him feel better, but I say: "My wedding gift can be me killing you."

His smirk gets those stupid bugs in my stomach.

"Come at me, wife." And he leaves.

I look at the canvases and I feel a stinging sensation in my fingertips.