The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 292: Her last wish

When the vampire kicked Jackson’s hand away, all the remaining energy he had slowly slipped away from him. He closed his eyes, but his consciousness remained. He knew right now, he didn’t have a heart. It was taken out of his body.

However, even he was surprised that he was still conscious.

Why?

The answer that came to his mind almost made him laugh.

’What a silly thought,’ he told himself.

Just now, he assumed the reason he was still conscious despite not having a heart was because he had always given his heart to someone.

’La ... Filomena...’ he whispered in his heart and all the good memories flashed in his mind.

The only good thing that Jackson could remember was the time Latrice moved into the dukedom. For over three decades of his life, that time was the only happy memory he could remember. It was a little bitter, but at the same time, he was glad he still had a good memory to remember at the last moments of his life.

Jackson remembered the things he and Latrice talked about while in each other’s embrace, the kisses they shared, the stolen glances from each other, the laughter, the sweet nothings, and the intimacy. While he remembered all of those, he suddenly felt some droplets of water landing on his cheek.

’Is it raining now?’ he wondered as he forced himself to open his eyes.

His vision was blurry, but he could see a face hovering over him. He weakly blinked a couple of times until he could see the person’s face clearly.

"Latri..." he trailed off as the corner of his mouth curled up. "Fil."

His face softened, thinking this was simply a mirage of the only person he wanted to see right now. He raised his hand and reached for her cheek, touching it with his dirty fingertip.

"It feels real," he whispered because the dirt and blood on his hand smeared on her cheek. "How beautiful."

It was silly of him to think of a lot of things sort of things at the moment. But he couldn’t help but wonder if Latrice had come early, this war would’ve been over. She just looked so beautiful any man wouldn’t want to taint her eyes with such violence.

"Your Grace." Latrice slowly clasped his hand and pressed it against her cheek. "Apologies I had made such terrible decisions."

Her voice sounded so distant, but he knew what she was saying made her sad. Her eyes twinkled with sorrow, making him wonder why she was carrying such a look in them.

"Don’t cry," he whispered, wondering if this was what he wanted her to do if he saw him. After all, for him, she was simply an illusion created by his mind to give him a peaceful release. "I don’t want you to cry, my Filomena."

Her lips curled up, but the tears in her eyes remained. Looking at his face which was covered with blood and dirt, she knew he was barely holding on to life. She pressed her hand on the hole in his chest.

"You will be fine, Your Grace," she whispered as her eyes softened. "I might’ve regretted many things I made since I stepped out of my castle, but loving you was not one of them."

Just like Jackson’s thoughts, the only good memory Latrice had was when she was in the duchy. It was fleeting, but the memories she had in that place were enough to give her peace. It was enough for her to live and die.

Latrice was bound by rules to keep the real Filomena in place. But today, when she managed to reclaim control over this body, Latrice broke all of them. However, she would never regret what she had done to Quentin, to the empire, and to everyone who would hurt him.

"Jackson Fitzroy, I, Filomena, the child of evil and also a creation of gods, bless and a hex on you," he whispered as tears slowly rolled down her cheeks while her hand crept into her chest. "I bless you with the power of the gods who created me and the curse of an endless life. You will never get hurt nor anyone could threaten your life. I give you the power of my life, my heart, and my soul."

As those words rolled out of her tongue, the sound of bones breaking crackled in her ears. She winced a little, taking out her own heart. It was still beating as she clasped it in front of her.

"Jackson, thank you for letting me experience what it feels like to be loved and cherished," she continued under her breath, pressing his chin and pulling it open. Slowly, she clasped her heart and fed it to him.

Jackson grunted and coughed at the soft substance entering his mouth. But before he could spat it out, Latrice covered his mouth and forced him to swallow.

"Jackson, I am afraid of many things. But what I am most afraid of is that knowing you wouldn’t be in this world," she muttered as she shoved another large piece of her heart to him. "Forgive me, Your Grace."

Latrice continued to shove her heart into his mouth even when he was almost choking. Soon, he consumed all of it and she smiled subtly. Jackson coughed up blood to the side, but the blood was simply a residue of her heart.

"Fil..." he whispered as he weakly looked back at him, confused at what happened. "What did you give me..."

Just then, Jackson felt his entire body throbbed as scorching heat traveled through every fiber of his body. Still, the pain was bearable.

"Jackson, in my next life, don’t love me again," she whispered and this time, he mysteriously heard her voice loud and clear. He was about to react when he suddenly felt this striking pain in his chest.

"Ugh!" Jackson clasped his chest, and then his arm, until he was writhing on the ground.

Latrice remained on his side, watching him writhe in pain while her heart settled in his and recovered all the injuries he had. It would be a long and painful process, but she knew he would be alright.

"Kimerald, Turstin," she whispered, and right then and there, two figures appeared near her. "Take him to the safe place."

"Mother!" Dustin didn’t want to listen, but Latrice already spoke.

"Take him." Latrice slowly turned her head to the fallen and the battalion marching on the border. "I chose this place as my resting place. Take care of him; that is my last wish."