NOLAN
Elvis' issue was a matter of the heart. Truth be told, I wouldn't have guessed that he would leave Darkwood just to come discuss this with me.
He rested against the boot of the car, watching as Eric carried his little bag inside. “And every passing moment seems to me to be a reminder that this is going to end in flames, and I will be right in the middle of it all.”
Looking away, I said, “Look, man, we just need to give this a good thought… I reckon you will be fine at the end of the day.”
“But I don't see how I can be fine,” he argued, puttering his lips as he sighed. “It's one big mess, man. I have never hated Darkwood and myself the way I do now.”
Elvis was facing an issue. He had fallen in love with a witch. Despite Darkwood being the home to both kinds for centuries, it was
