The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 162: Her again? - II

I don’t understand. How in the world was I staring at Merilyn?

I couldn’t believe it.

"Princess. . ." She stepped closer and I stared up and down. Was she real?

She stepped closer to me cautiously as if I was the wounded animal and could lash out at any time.

I stared at her and when she reached closed enough I raised my hand and slapped her across the cheek.

Her head turned at the impact and I could feel the burn on my palm. I had slapped her.

"You are alive." I concluded. "You ARE alive?"

She turned around to me but I could not take it anymore.

I stepped around her and moved out of the room. Allan found me on the way but I did not look at him. Burt and Solomon stood outside the door and without looking into the rice I walked back to my room hurriedly.

How was this possible?

I couldn’t believe it.

Had I just seen a hallucination or was this really true? But the dead could not come back. There was no way that the dead could come back and less blackmagic was involved.

I was going crazy.

"Princess!"

The word made me jump as my initial thought was Merylin had arrived. But the doors opened and Laila and Dorothy barged in instead of her.

I let out a breath of relief.

*What happened?" Laila stepped forward. "We saw you running all the way from servants’ hallways all the way here.*

I hesitated. How was I supposed to tell her that her dead friend was alive?

"N-nothing." I waved her off. "Could you get me some water?" I could feel my breath intake quicken.

"Here," she held it with both her hands and I took it. I gulped down the cool liquid and it somehow managed to soothe a little.

How was she alive?

I saw her dead. I saw her hanging from the pool to her death. Her neck was cracked and had left her turned blue. Even if Marilyn was not dead then-then she would have clearly died from the frostbite.

How?

The doors opened and made all three of us gasp. They collided against the wall and Tristan walked in. "Out," he said to my maids and they scurried away.

I would not hold it against them. After all, Tristan looked murderous.

"What were you doing?" He barked as soon as the doors closed. "What were you thinking?"

I shrugged, not feeling anything in particular after facing such a big shock. "Nothing. I just wanted to meet Alan."

I felt numb now. I was still in shock and I did not want to believe that I had just seen Merilyn even though I knew and the pain in my hand confimed it time and again that she was real.

"Why?" He asked harshly. "Did Solomon not tell you now you have to wait at least?"

I raised my eyebrows slightly at what he said. "I thought you said that I was not a prisoner." I stared into his eyes, "And that meant, I could go anywhere I wanted."

He closed his eyes and turned away slightly from me. Obviously my words have an effect on him and he did not imagine me using his words against him.

"Could a sibling have that much of resemblance?" I asked him nonchalantly. Until I knew the truth I was not pointing accusing fingers anywhere.

He glanced at me before answering, "no I do not think so."

I tutted under breath, "could perhaps be an evil twin that we might not be aware of?"

He shook his head.

I nodded, pursuing my lips and thinking about it. "I cannot imagine someone coming back from the dead, Tristan. Coming back from the brink of death is still imaginable but when I saw her dead face and her cracked neck I knew that she was dead. There was dew on her that meant that she had been there for a long period of time so how was standing there in Allan’s room?"

He turned look at me just as I stared at him.

"Or is it that I saw a ghost because I miss her so much?"

"Your mourned for her."

I nodded, scoffing at the end. "Yes Tristan, I mourned for her. I mourned her the day you found me and chased me down different alleys. I mourned for her every single day, when I am getting ready and something isn’t as perfection to as what Marylin it with. Today I wanted to move on with Alan. . .and. . " I closed my eyes.

It was the same everyday because somehow everything managed to remind me of Marilyn but this time it was completely different. She stood in front of me as if she was not dead and her barely clothed itself told me that she was the one with Alan inside.

The giggle, after all, was awfully familiar.

He moved but I did no open my eyes to see where he had gone. Preferably, he would have gone outside not being able to deal with me but I felt him sit in front of me as his hands placed themselves on my knees.

I opened my eyes and and saw his concerned eyes looking at me.

"There are many things that you are not aware of, Genevieve." He whispered to me and anyone could see the dripping concern in his voice but I did not care.

"What do I know then? Who knows if someone can get back from the dead? What is that supposed to mean?" I threw back at him before I narrowed my eyes at him. "Do you happen to know something about this? If yes, Tristan, do not hide this from me!"

He stared at me for a moment before he stood up but before he could I held his hands, "Please, don’t." I begged and I could feel the tears come to my eyes. "I have had enough of this Tristan. I mourned for her. I thought she was dead. I had lost her."

"Te-tell me," I choked on my voice, "Please."