Read Online I Married the Third Horseman (Paranormal Romance and Divorce) by Michael Angel - Free Book Online Page B

felt perfectly,
utterly human.
    “I am sorry, Cassie, and I promise never to
hold back something like that, ever again. I was…” Here, he paused
as his voice caught for just a split second. “I was worried that if
you knew what I was, that you’d have never understood, that you’d
have run in terror.”
    “I wasn’t exactly happily strolling away the
last time we parted,” I said, though my own words lacked the angry
conviction of earlier.
    “What I do isn’t pleasant,” he agreed
mournfully. “I can only hope that you’ll accept me again, in time,
as a husband. I cannot help what I am. Think of me as a…well, as a
force of nature.”
    Mitchel’s words made sense, in a way. His
words were like a siren song to me. He didn’t choose to be
born to his job, after all. Really, how could he help what he
was?
    “I don’t know, Mitchel. What you do…how can I
love someone who does what you do? It feels like…I don’t know, like
I married the King’s Royal Executioner or something.”
    “Don’t feel that way. I can take care of you,
your friends, your family. I can keep them safe from harm. Be with
me, Cassie. You’ll never have to worry about so much in this world,
ever again.”
    I screwed my eyes shut, tried to sort out the
swirls of emotion within me. I thought of his warm body next to
mine. His gentle touch. The times he’d come out to be with me on
each of my film shoots, seeing me through all the things that the
world had thrown my way before we got engaged…
    Something went CLICK as the projector
bulb went inside Miss Slow Learner’s brain.
    I reached up and brushed Mitchel’s hands off
my shoulders with twin slaps . I turned, and I swear that my
eyes could have burned a hole in him. I had to work to unclench my
jaw, work against the rising riptide of anger I felt.
    I should have known. Should have sussed it
out. At the very least, I should have figured it out once the
judges for our divorce started coming down sick, each and every
time our hearing date came up.
    “If you can do that, if you can ‘protect’ me
and those I hold dear?” I gritted, “Then you’re not a force of
nature, not entirely. You can control this power of
yours.”
    My husband’s expression remained locked in a
poker-faced grin as I went on.
    “And if you can control this, then you
brought disease and death, to each and every country that I
visited. You purposely ruined my film career, made it so
that I couldn’t find work after we were married!”
    “You just have to see,” he said, almost
cooing. “I had to, Cassie. I had to. Because you had to realize
that there was a better way. To be under my protection. Dependent
on me , not by the sweat and toil of your own brow. That’s
what it means to be my wife. To embrace your femininity. So tell
me: do you finally understand?”
     
     

Chapter Fifteen

     
    Do you finally understand?
    My husband, this thing I married, had finally
revealed what he thought of our relationship. About my part in this
‘divine union.’
    I stared at him like he was a completely new
kind of loathsome, alien thing.
    “You didn’t want me to depend upon the ‘sweat
and toil’ of my brow? Mitchel, that was my life! My ability to...to
create, to bring my art, my visions into the world! We are through! I’ll walk through fire to get my divorce from
you!”
    I turned away from him, tears of anger
flooding my eyes, stalked towards the doors that led into the main
theatre. Through my blurred vision, I saw that the Performance
In Session display was still lit, but I hardly cared
anymore.
    That said, the little blonde hairs on the
back of my neck all prickled and stood at attention as I heard my
husband’s voice rasp out in something just over a growl.
    “Don’t you turn your back on me, Cassie! You
are mine!”
    I risked a glance back. Wished I hadn’t.
    Mitchel’s form melted, like runny wax from a
candle held under a blowtorch. It was horrific and eye-popping at
the same time. Even