Page 104 of Even Angels fall
First, he’s naked and no one should ever be forced to behold the sight of one’s parents naked. Especially one you hate.
But that’s not what catches my eyes.
No.
His wings are the sole focus of my gaze.
Because one might look bloody and that’s expected with how I pinned it to the wall, but the other looks way worse. It’s like it’s been torn at the base and sags to the ground as if he can’t control it anymore. From where I stand, I can see the bone showing, and I’m pretty sure it’s broken in a position that wouldn’t heal properly if he shifted completely in his human form now.
No, my father doesn’t look good at all.
But it doesn’t matter. He knows he has the upper hand now—probably had it from the beginning—so that’s why he’s sporting a smug smirk that borders on maniacal.
“Where are they?” Elhyor asks, not even considering the fact they could very well be dead.
“Somewhere you’ll visit very soon,” Michaël says, very pleased.
It could mean a dungeon or that we would join them in death.
“Did you kill them?” I ask, my face in their direction and my chest still facing that damn gun. I’m not going to turn my back to the guard holding it. I don’t want to be caught unaware by a freaking bullet.
“They’re six feet under, already were before you even passed the entrance of the castle,” he says, looking at his nails as if they’re the most important thing in this instant.
He’s toying with us, I know it, but I can’t stop myself and ask, “Are they alive?”
“Just wait and see,” he says and has the nerve to wink as he finishes.
In this instant, I regret the moment I decided not to kill him and to leave to rot pinned against the wall. I don’t know what stopped me, why I kept him alive.
Actually, I know.
I wanted to be sure he could deactivate Léandre’s brain chip in case he had activated it or started a countdown on the activation.
But I see my mistake now.
It might not be the reason we’re doomed, but it’s not helping our situation for sure.
”Take them,” he adds as he turns in the direction we came from now that I stuck the closest door.
The guards closest to him part to let him through and the gun against my chest is pushed against my skin forcefully.
”Move,” the man on the other side of the gun says.
“Where are we going?” I ask with a fake smile.
“Shut up, or you’ll go there unconscious,” is the only answer I get, and it’s accompanied by a sneer.
I don’t know who pissed in his coffee this morning, but that man needs to calm down a bit.
“Hands in the air. Turn,” he demands.
Not really wanting to go wherever we’re headed while unconscious—it would be difficult to escape if I don’t know where I am—I slowly raise my hands.
From the corner of my eyes, I still can see Elhyor, and he looks like he’s mouthing something to his guys. I don’t realize what it is until his eyes set on me and he repeats in my direction.
“At my signal, go to the ground.”
I’m not sure what he means exactly, but I’ll roll to the ground if he asks me. He looks like he has an idea to get out of this clusterfuck of a situation.
