Back again it was Dark Sorcerer, Elise brows were pulled in a magnetic force whenever the Dark sorcerers were mentioned. How long would the dark sorcerers be satisfied before putting an end to the cold-blooded murders? asked Elise in her mind. If not for them, her family, her parents, aunt, uncle, and little brother would still be alive.

Ian whose eyes had never left her noticed how anger had come in place. Elise had forgotten the power she had and anger come settled her. The fur quilt over his bed slowly turned darker, "Elise," his voice woke Elise from the question in her mind, Ian smiled at her. Leaning forward he gave her his cheek, "I would kill for a kiss from you."

Elise's cheeks blushed. They were lovers, and thinking of it send butterflies to her stomach. With cheeks red, she put forward her lips, her anger easing. When her lips were about to land on his cheeks, Ian instead turned his face and captured her lips.

His hand snaked around her stomach, bringing her forward. Elise felt him prying open her lips, the thought of a kiss filled her mind and had her toes squeeze together. She didn't know what to do or to think except for how the kiss that had been gentle turn somewhere fierce that stirred something in her.

Ian pulled away from his lips, and she watched him lick his lower lips, "Next time you sit in my bed, Elise, it's not going to be a simple kiss to end our sweet night together," his lips brushed to her ears, and he breathed out in purpose for Elise to feel her skin shuddering. Her breaths became shallower and all only from one kiss, thinking of it placed Ian in a brighter mood.

"But before marriage, we can't..." Elise was too shy to fill the rest of the words, letting Ian do them himself.

"That's where you are wrong, sweetheart. There are many things we could do other than sex on the bed. I assure you, I can bring you near heaven," Ian grinned, his red gaze trained on every change made from his words. It put him to the highest happiness to see that Elise felt all shy and expectation bloomed in her eyes.

His words were coarse, boldly stating words Elise didn't manage to say from embarrassment. Her cheeks reddened, and somewhere beside nervousness, she could feel eagerness that made her want to find a hole and bury herself in it.

"Prepare your heart. I will not be stopping what I will do next time," saying this, Ian pulled his hand away from her cheeks, letting her leave while in the silence watched her escape him.

When Elise had left, Ian pushed his smile smaller, "Maroon." In a second, the door opened and Maroon stood outside despite not meeting Elise who had just left a second ago. "Find me records of the people staying in Rumpspariga and visitors, gather all information needed. A rat calling themselves as Angels have come to a corrupted angel, offering them a drooling exchange for killing Demons in return for power."

Maroon frowned, "Was it the dark sorcerers?" he asked.

"Possibly, but I have never been wrong before," Ian knew the red gem. The dagger itself came from Heaven but the gemstone was made from black magic. He didn't know the use of it yet, but by using the gemstone, the dark sorcerers told Blythe to kill Demons. "And find out about this," Ian placed the shard of the gemstone to Maroon's hand.

Maroon bowed, giving the signal that he received the order, and say, "Austin had just come back from Lipton's Manor. He was in a hurry when coming back but left again to find out the cause of the accident."

Hearing the accident, Ian raised his brows, "What did he found?" Ian pulled his coat over, going to leave when Maroon mentioned the Manor he was about to visit.

"The Manor was set on a fire," answered Maroon to Ian's suspicions. "All the servants and the family had been confirmed dead. Currently, Austin is attending the matter, to fund the cause behind the arson and the possible arsonist."

"It's all going as Elise predicted," murmured Ian in a thought. He spoke loud enough for Maroon to hear and the butler creased his brows. The death shadow Elise saw has turned to reality and that took less than three or four days for the accident to happen, but Ian doubted that the amounts of days were permanent. He had a feeling that no one could pinpoint the exact date of the death Elise saw in her vision.

"Lady Elise predicted the deaths?" questioned Maroon.

Ian knew the shred of uncomfortableness Maroon had for Elise. All because his butler thought of only his best interest and safety. However, Maroon was not stupid enough not to know how Ian love Elise, and by killing her, he would break his happiness together.

"She did," smiled Ian, happy was the emotion Maroon pulled from him. "I know you heard the discussion at the dining table. How's Beelzebub?"

"Quiet," replied Maroon. He was the ear and eye for Ian in the castle, not missing a single thing that he was supposed not to.

"Quiet doesn't suit him, don't let him go wild," Ian took off his coat, tossing it on his bed when he noticed cracks on the bed. Elise's anger affected the wood to crack and this proves that Elise's power was a double-edged sword for herself. If not used carefully, she could hurt herself and the people she didn't want to.

To teach her to fight would have to proceed sooner, thought Ian. He loves the thought of molding Elise into a stronger woman than she already is now.

Now knowing that Lipton Manor had turned to ash, going there wouldn't do anything. The dark sorcerers would have left and he wondered if it was because they knew he was about to come toward them? The timing didn't match, but the coincidence was too good to be true. "Do you think the letter Elise sent would arrive to the vampire by now?"

"I believe so," Maroon answered, when he was about to leave after excusing himself he didn't miss the wide smile over Ian's lips, and the darkness that lurked within.