Just as he heard rumours about his own trysts, lately, Elijah had been hearing of his sister's escapades. Needless to say, he had not been pleased. It seemed as if their father had no intention of doing anything, though. He was quite happy in Bulgaria doting upon his grandchildren and making up for lost time with them. Elijah just wished he'd do the same with his own children. He knew that would never be the case, though. Viktor had found a new purpose for himself and like always, his children were left shrouded in darkness. This time though, he didn't have Marina to excuse himself with.
It was the orange glow that alerted Elijah to his sister's presence. He'd checked the bathroom he'd heard she'd been found in but she had not been there. He'd tried numerous other places as his anger grew and was relieved somewhat when he found her in the grounds. That did not mean that he'd forgiven her, though. She was meant to be the one that was going to go somewhere. She was a child and now, she was a child caught up in something that was out of her own control. Elijah wasn't sure he could forgive her for it either.
The Bulgarian kicked the dirt at his sister's feet as he appeared before her. He glared, finding that the anger he thought he'd quelled had bubbled up again.
"Get up," He hissed, his voice filled with the accent he was beginning to lose. Once again it was thick, alluring, sexy and very, very Bulgarian.