Dark Enchantment (Elvis Presley Story)

Chapter 57

Sophia was glad when night fell and it was time to join her sister and father for dinner. They greeted her when she walked into the dining room, showing no signs of anything amiss.

At least not until Jane, one of the cadre's initiates who lived in the east wing, rushed past Charles into the room and cried out, "the sun has gone down!"

Unruffled, her father straightened and said, "of course it has. Pull yourself together." He commanded when Jane continued to weep and wrung her hands. "Tell us what happened."

"It's Elise, she went into the forest this afternoon and hasn't returned. The Enchanted wood has taken her!"

For a brief second everyone froze.

Aurora spun around to face Sophia and speared her with a look of pure outraged contempt. "This is your demons doing," She ground out.

"It can't be," Sophia refuted. "He's been with interrogations all afternoon."

"He's a vengeance demon, Sophia! He sets things in motion. He doesn't have to be there when it happens."

"He is not a vengeance demon!"

Their father pinned Sophia and Aurora both with a stern look. "Why wasn't I informed of this?"

"We have to find a way to get Elise back!" Jane wailed.

"Where is he?" Their father demanded of Sophia.

She blanched. "I told you, with interrogations."

Standing at the door, Charles cleared his throat. She glanced at him and immediately her heart plummeted. Somehow she knew she wasn't going to like what he was about to say.

"Charles?" Aurora asked sharply.

"The demon, Mr. Presley....."

"What about him?"

"He was seen earlier leaving the Manor."

Sophia gasped. "What? I don't believe it! He wouldn't leave me here!"

"Where?" Aurora questioned. "Where was he going?"

"The forest. He disappeared into the Enchanted forest."

Lord have mercy.

Elvis watched as the brunette caught in the faerie reel with a mixture of pride and fatalism. He'd done a good job on Elise. Her nude body was covered in some kind of gold, glittering oil. She was well and truly caught in the reel, laughing and dancing with the faeries as if she hadn't a care in the world. As of tonight, She didn't. This was her world now. She'd never leave it again. The faeries were delighted with her....and with him for gifting her to them.

But Elvis knew this act of vengeance had sealed his fate. Aurora would have proof of her accusation. And if that weren't enough, coming to the forest himself tonight would guarantee he'd be tried and convicted by the cadre high council in the morning. Sophia would despise him. She'd never want to hear his name again. Much less see him.

Not that he hadn't already been doomed after the grueling afternoon spent with that interrogator and her unending questions. He'd told her everything-voluntarily. That had Suprised her.  But he was so tired of deception. He just wanted to get it over with.

The experience had been cathartic, really. He'd sat back and everything had just poured out of him. The dark realm and the Grigori, his Directive, his intimate possession of Sophia and putting his essence into her. And yes, even the disturbing emotions he'd been feeling since becoming involved with her. The woman had said nothing, just gazed at him impassively as he'd spilled his guts for hour after hour in that creepy see-through room.

"Do you want her?" A dark voice asked from behind him.

Startled, Elvis turned; it took him a moment to realise the man talking meant the dancing, golden Elise. "No. Not my type," he said.

"Good," Rofocale said. "Because I've already laid claim to her. But she keeps asking for you."

Elvis regarded Rofocale. The demon of destruction had summoned him to the forest shortly after he left the interrogation room this evening. Even if Elvis had wanted Elise-which he definitely didn't-he wouldn't be stupid enough to challenge the powerful minister of Hell for her. He might be having some questionable desires lately, but suicide wasn't one of them.

He straightened. "Surely, you didn't come here to discuss woman."

Actually he was afraid he knew what exactly what Rofocale wanted to discuss, recalling the vampire Marceau's claims.

"You know what I want," Rofocale said indulgently.

"Maybe you should spell it out," Elvis sarcastically suggested. As a Grigori, Rofocale's powers were vast. No doubt he could sense Elvis's thoughts and desires. But shielding them would be a big mistake.

Instead he must be very, very careful  about what he allowed into his mind, and what he said.

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