Then her eyes caught the presence of two people, and she honored them with a simple “Hello.” She tried to say something else but before the words escaped her mouth, she sensed something was off. Their gaze was empty, like they weren't quite here, just two dolls, silently staying aside. Though they were for sure livinghumans.
Violette felt a knot tying in her stomach. “Did you do something to them?” Her voice trembled. She was thankful she hadn't eaten today as a raspy sour taste crept in her throat.
“I didn't say they invited us by their own will,” Dante said calmly, taking a seat at the head of the table.
She was outraged by the way he said it, without a second thought, as if it were completely normal to make people into his own puppets.
“You can't make people do whatever you want, Dante.” Her fists clenched.
“Well, you are wrong. I definitely can.” He sounded light-hearted.
“It doesn't mean you should do that!”
“Why not?”
“Because it's wrong. They are humans, living creatures!” She pointed her hand in their direction, however, right now, they really didn't look like something alive. Just two toys waiting for the vampire's command.
“Well, you might be right, Little Witch. But I wouldn't lure them if you didn't pass out. We needed somewhere to stay.” His face was imperturbable, only a ghost of frolic danced in his almost black eyes.
“Oh don't make it about me!” Violette protested. It was so arrogant of him to blame it on her when she'd never wanted to hurt someone.
“As you might notice I do not lure people on a daily basis. So yes, I did it because of you.” That timehis voice sounded much more serious as if he really believed in his own words.
“Don't pretend like you care about me,” she snapped back.
“Oh, I might not care, but I still need you to solve my little problem.” He grinned, tilting his head to the side, his finger trailing along his masked jaw.
“Anyway, you have to break the spell. Disenchant them or whatever you need to do,” Violette demanded, the pinch between her brows twitched.
He frowned. “Disenchant them? What am I to you, some kind of enchantress?”
“You understood what I meant,” she grumbled.
“Why should I? I like them this way.” He swayed the wine in a cup with a clueless look on his face.
“You are unbearable! Why couldn't you just ask them to stay for one night? It’s not that hard to be nice. At least, one time.”
“They are not the kind of people who would shelter someone out of goodwill. And actually I didn't have time and energy to explain to them why I am traveling at night with a passed out young lady.”
“Then unlure them and we'll explain it…somehow,” she stood her ground.
“You won't like it, Little Witch.”
“Just do it.” She was determined to fight him if she had to, even if it wouldn't be as effective as she imagined in herhead.
“If you wish so,” he waved and leaned to the back of his chair, completely restful.
The woman's gaze who stood near the table turned unclouded, however the indifference on her face immediately changed into madness. Her eyes grew wider, soft features got lost into sharpness. Not a sign of the calm beautiful lady she was a moment ago, just peacefully standing near the table.
“Who are you?!” Her yell flushed through the room. “What are you doing in our house?!”
Violette had to admit – when she asked Dante to break the spell she didn't think about what to say and how it would look. And she clearly didn't expect to see a mad woman, however, she completely understood her point of view.
“Oh, um…” Violette started, it seemed much easier in her head. “I didn't actually think about this…Well…We–”
“How did you get in our house?!” the woman screamed again and Violette winced from her high squeak.
“Um…Well, let's start again. I apologize for the inconvenience we might have caused you,” she stumbled, trying to gather the words into a logical sentence. It turned out to be quite a challenge as the woman went hysterical in a split second.
