Dark Enchantment (Elvis Presley Story)

Chapter 47

Sophia pulled a flashlight out of the pocket of her coat and aimed it steadily at the vampire, as though it were a gun. "Talk or I'll burn you."

Struck by the absurd gesture, Elvis let out a laugh. A UV flashlight against a three-hundred-year-old vampire. That was his woman. Fearless. God, he loved her. His ferocious arousal tightened it's grip on him almost unbearably.

The vampire's brow shot up as he regarded Sophia. "I could have you so fast you'd be dead before you hit the ground."

"I know," She said calmly. "But I wouldn't recommend it. Now, talk."

Suddenly Marceau grinned. "Such a feisty woman you have here, presley. I can see why you want her so badly. Name your price and you shall have it."

Elvis's clenched his jaw and straightened up, "You better be joking."

Marceau's grin widened. "When you get tired of her, then. Consider it an open offer."

Anger started to edge out the still painful arousal. Elvis managed to climb swiftly to his feet. Perhaps he should sell him Aurora instead. It would serve the bastard right. He slanted a quick glance at Sophia. Her thought or his?

She thumbed the flashlight switch as though her fingers itched to press it. "I'm flattered, Marceau. But start talking."

"Ah, well. You are right. The sun will rise soon. No more time for games, as amusing as they are." He turned to Elvis. "That diamond you won."

It took a second to push down the anger and arousal and switch gears. "Yes. The Demon stone. What of it?"

Rofocale lost it to you deliberately."

He blinked. "Why would he do that?"

"He set you up, hoping through the stone you would gain entrance to the cadre headquarters. He knew how badly her father wanted it, but would never trust him or anyone associated with him. Very clever, using the daughter, by the way. Rofocale was quite impressed with your ingenuity."

Wait. This was about the cadre? Okay, Elvis could understand the Grigori wanting to infiltrate their stronghold. But.....

"What the hell does that have to do with the attack on me goddammit?"

"Rofocale engineered it." Marceau shrugged. "To make sure you got inside the cadre Manor. He counted on the diamond paving the way."

Right. Elvis should have realised that one. An obvious ploy. And yet- "I'm still not buying it. I repeat, the government doesn't take orders from Rofocale, or any other demon."

Marceau leveled him a look. A look that said more eloquently than his cynical, "No?" That there were things going on which Elvis had no clue about. The vampire speared a glance at the horizon. "I am afraid I have to go." Then he whirled around and vanished, more quickly than any demon could ever move.

Elvis stared after him, mouth agape. Sophia flicked the UV flashlight on and off as though unable to control the itch any longer.

"Idiot," She muttered. "What a stupid idiot."

He wasn't sure if she meant Rofocale, Marceau or him. "Yea," he said anyway.

"He's lying to us. He has to be," She said.

"Let's hope so, baby," he muttered. Because if he wasn't, that meant Rofocale wouldn't be that far behind. Elvis took a deep breath and unwound the piece of cloth from his wrist. Not having the slightest clue to how it even got there. The bleeding had stopped.

But the pulsing in his dick had not. He looked at her.

Well, they probably had a few minutes before the minister of Hell showed up....

He crooked a finger at Sophia, catching her attention. "Hey. Little girl, forget about the bastard and come to daddy."

Sophia did a double-take at Elvis's crooked finger, half-mast bedroom eyes and the rampant bulge between his legs.

Oh, dear God. He was serious.

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