Chapter 165: Elian’s Secret (2)
"Interesting, you guessed me out quicker than I expected, how smart." His smile broadened, but Madeline was quick to conceal her shock in order to avoid having her fears detected. Her eyes narrowed into a glaring slit, her feet constantly trying to create a distance between her and the man who kept taking unhurried steps towards her.
Madeline shook her head in disbelief, unable to comprehend the sight in front of her. Elian couldn’t possibly be Elijah right? There’s no way he could have fooled them blindly, right? Cas has made mention of Elijah countless times, but if Elian really was Elijah, Cassian would know about it right? Or could it be that he has never seen Elijah’s face before?
Numerous questions invaded Madeline’s mind. After what he did to Catherine using that terrifying blade of his, the thought that he might kill her made fear and confusion strike her to her core. Her eyes secretly darted from left to right, looking for an escape route, but unfortunately, the only path she could catch a glimpse of was still ahead of her, and so, she continued with her slow-witted movements, keeping her stern gaze locked on Elijah...or Elian?
She couldn’t tell.
"What...What are you?" That question fell from her lips in a shaky gasp, and she noticed his face pull into a long frightening frown.
The smile on his lips faded at her quizzical but firm accusation, "I’m not Elian? You’re right, I’m not, I’m Elijah by name. The person you speak of doesn’t exist." He stopped walking and gladly introduced himself with a slight bow, "I wanted to play this game of ’guess the truth,’ but unfortunately you’re just like your husband, the both of you are interestingly annoying and it pisses me off, but good news, I’m not here for you, I’m here for your husband, and you my dear, are my bait to fishing him out."
"What do you want from him?" Before Madeline could guess what he had in mind, Elijah was suddenly standing in front of her, and his fingers curled against her neck as he pushed Madeline’s back to the wall, eliciting a stunned gasp from her lips as her eyes widened in alarm.
Shock-stricken, Madeline watched as his green eyes switched into a crimson color, and panic seized her brain upon noticing the hatred he bore inside those molten lava eyes of his.
"I like him." He answered with a dangerous smirk, "have you ever liked someone so much that you wish to ruin and crush their hopes? Enough to make them wish they were dead?" His hold around her neck tightened, attempting to choke the life out of her. "I want to make him realize something tonight, and for that to happen, I need you to bring him to me, it’s that simple, unless you wish to die of course, I haven’t forgotten about your little stunt and how you ruined my plans, I’m still coming for you, but as of now, I need you to summon your husband here."