Dark Enchantment (Elvis Presley Story)

Chapter 30

Sophia winced as Elvis dropped her wrists, turned on his heel and stalked purposefully from the room. The air snapped and cracked in his wake, hot like fire. The door to his bedroom opened with a thunderous crash.

She wasn't sure what to do, so she stayed right where she was, with her back pressed against the door. She'd seen angry demons before. Demons she'd tracked and surprised in their lairs, demons who knew they were about to be crystallised. Demons who couldn't believe a mere mortal woman could disrupt their evil plans- and had been proved wrong. But she'd never seen any as angry as Elvis was right now.

Because she'd defied him? Because of a cadre mission statement over which she had no control? Or could he somehow sense the chaotic emotions raging within her over him, despite her best efforts to conceal them?

Emotions she should be angry about, not him.

God help her.

She was falling in love with Elvis presley.

Sure she'd been attracted to him-okay, had a wicked crush on him-since the first moment they'd met. But this...this was different. She'd tried to ignore it. Done her best to deny it. To herself. Certainly to him.

But when he stalked across the huge room at Pandora's box like an avenging angel, coming to her rescue, there'd been no mistaking the feeling that swooped down to capture her heart.

Love.

She'd felt it in every molecule of her body when she'd seen him attacked by their enemy, blood pouring from his wounds. She'd felt it deep in her soul, a primal scream of anguish when she thought he was about to die.

It was there now, staring at her tauntingly in the face. She was teetering on an emotional brink, about to fall hopelessly, helplessly in love with the man.

Except he wasn't a man. He was a demon.

He was one of them. One of the fiends that had peered back at her from the void at Pandora's box, waiting for her to be devoured, or worse. Perhaps not as evil as some. But...

He was not human.

She'd seen his awesome powers, what he could do with a mere flick of his wrist. She'd felt his bespelling magic, how he could influence her with a single thought or brush of his hand.

It scared her to death. He scared her to death.

She could not fall in love with a demon. She could not.

She had to keep her feelings well hidden. Not give into them. Ever. She could fulfill her part of their bargain. Sex with Elvis was great. More than great. It was amazing. But she had to stick to their original arrangement. He must come to her at night, In her dreams, as they agreed. She couldn't be around him any other time. She couldn't risk getting to know him any better. Couldn't risk seeing the goodness beneath his bluster, or the warmth in his eyes when he looked at her, or allow herself to feel the tenderness in his loving touch.

If she did, It would be all over for her heart.

The door to his bedroom slammed again, hurtling her back to the present. She held her breath as he stalked back and came straight for her.

Her courage teetered. It could well be all over, all right.

"Elvis-"

"Give me your hand," he commanded harshly. She flinched.

"Give me your hand!"

She did. He took it, flicked it over and smacked something hard onto her palm. It was the Demon stone.

Shocked, she stared down at it, beautiful and sparkling black.

"What- why- what is this?"

His hot, furious breath rifled through her hair. Waves of his potent energy crawled over her skin. "What do you think?"

"But-"

Her heart quailed. She looked up into his firey blue, drowning eyes and almost lost herself. "I don't understand."

"I am releasing you from our bargain."

For the second time. It was unheard of. And it frightened her even more. What was he up to? Another test? She swallowed down her fear and pushed the stone back at him. "No."

A nanosecond of suprise crossed his face. He thrust the gem back into her palm. "I'm not going to argue. Take the damned stone."

She curled her hands into tight balls. "I'll take it when we agreed. After five nights."

"What is wrong with you, woman? Take it and go! It's what you said you wanted."

What she wanted was to cry. How could she tell him she'd lied? That the only thing she really wanted was...him?

No!

Why was he doing this?

It didn't matter!

She should take the Demon stone and run like hell. Away from him. Away from the danger of his touch and these confusing feelings and the hopelessness of this stupid dilemma. Back to the cadre, where she'd be safe.

Safe.

Oh, my God!

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