Page 27 of Even Angels fall
I don’t want to get used to it. This isn’t what I’m here for. I wasn’t even supposed to stay for more than a day, but this is… nice.
I enjoy the meal, especially since I don’t have to be so careful with the way I eat and with which fork I need to use to do so.
The dessert is some gooeyMousse au chocolat,and when I see Cassiopé—and a few others—using her fingers to finish it, I do, too.
It feels liberating to finally act like I want, even if I can’t shake the feeling that I need to watch for whoever could tell my father what I’m doing. I know I have a tracker on me and that might be why I feel watched, but still habits die hard.
By the end of the dinner, I feel content, and I think I kind of like Cassiopé. She’s nice and cute, like an annoying little daughter could be.
I’m pretty sure Léandre would love her. He probably would steal all of her books though, because she hasn’t stopped talking about those and something tells me there are way more books here in Notre Dame than what Léandre has in Versailles’ castle.
If things weren’t so fucked, I would try to make them meet.
But as it is, I have to seduce a dragon and then kill him.
It doesn’t feel like I’m going to make a lot of friends by doing so.
14
Angélique
Istill spent some time with Cassiopé and a few of the younger warriors after dinner, lounging in a room next to the kitchen, where they have retractable screens and couches. Again, it felt nice, but I’m not used to being with so many people for so long, and I welcome my alone time when everyone finally leaves to go to bed.
I’ve been back in my room for less than five minutes when I hear noises coming from the room next door.
Elhyor is back in his room.
I should be doing something. Go see him, try to spend some time with him.
I need him to lower his guard, and even if it’s not for our wedding night, I still need to get him in bed.
I don’t think he would be the kind of man who would let any threat get close to him, and if he’s not high on endorphins or any substance—maybe I should have brought alcohol instead of poisons—I think he’ll see anything coming at him.
I look at what I packed in my bag and realize that I never had any plan of trying to seduce him. The only bras and underwear I brought are plain black numbers and are more practical than they are sexy.
Not sure it would work.
Maybe I should try something else.
I put on my biggest shirt—the one I sleep in—and panties and decide to knock on the door between our two rooms just like this.
As I knock, the sound resonates, like there are two doors there.
I unlock my side, open it, and yes, there’s another door just behind.
“What do you want?” I hear him growl from the other side of his door as I look at the other side of my door. It doesn’t have a lock.
I guess both have to be open if we want to go from one room to the other. I’m surprised that he didn’t want access to me directly.
I’m surprised he gave me a choice.
I shouldn’t, though… I’m not a prisoner, after all.
“I don’t know how to make the computer work,” I say in my whiniest voice.
Maybe if he thinks I need help, he will spend a bit of time with me. I know I sound desperate, but I’m not sure what would be worse. Knowing that he wasn’t giving me a chance to complete my mission or the fact that my father would know I didn’t.
“I’ll get one of the tech guys to show you tomorrow,” he answers, opening the door in a fast burst. “Anything else?” he asks, already closing the door again.
