Page 92 of Even Angels fall
”You wicked man,” I say, half panting, half laughing. “You can’t have a second breakfast; we’re not hobbits.”
“We are not,” Elhyor confirms as he gets up from the bed. He’s bare, in all his glory, and very, very hard. I can’t decide what I want to look at more. The carnal need I can see on his face or the glorious length of him that makes me wet my lips at the sight.
“You really are a little devil,” Elhyor says as he eyes my lips.
We have things to do, but I want to suck his cock. Sue me.
“As much as I want to paint those gorgeous lips with my cum, we don’t have time now,” he adds as he traces my bottom lips with his thumb.
I look down, and of course, his other hand is pumping hard and fast.
“Shower. Now,” Elhyor says as he finally bursts in his hand, half of his cum spraying my belly.
Yes, no shit, I need a shower now.
Instead, my eyes trail to what is on Elhyor’s desk. It was already there in the evening, but I didn’t pay it much attention, my lust-addled brain not letting me focus on anything else than getting in bed with Elhyor.
But now I’m satiated, awake and ready to take on the world, and I can’t help looking.
“What is this?” I ask Elhyor.
It’s some kind of map, and the layout is familiar, but a few things don’t add up, so I’m not completely sure.
“It’s a map of Versailles palace. A very outdated map,” he answers me, and I hear in his voice that he’s cautious with his words. “It comes from the archives, but it was printed before Aléa even collapsed on earth, so I don’t know how accurate it is.”
“Not very accurate,” I confirm to him, and that seems to relax him. “What?” I look at him with all the sass I can find in myself. “I’m covered with your cum, and it’s only now that you hold your breath?” I add with a chuckle.
“You’re weird,” I mutter to myself, but then something lights up in my mind. “Why do you need Versailles’ blueprints?”
“If we want to stop your father, we need to know where we’re going,” Elhyor says in a gruff voice.
“And why do you want to stop my father? Give me a good reason.” I demand, with doubt in my voice. I want to stop him. Ido. But I also need to know if Elhyor is going to destroy the order that has been put in place, and leave chaos, or if he has a plan. I need to know how he plans to stop my father and what will happen after.
“Do I need only one reason?” Elhyor asks me. “I can see a full list of reasons. One, he’s turning that dynasty of archangels into some kind of tyranny. Two, he’s oppressive to other kinds, like humans. Three, he turned your friend into a time bomb.” He presses his hand to my cheek and makes me look him in the eyes. “And last, but not least, he did this to you,” he adds as his other hand trails the length of my scarred back. “He needs to pay for this and for everything else he has been doing to you until now.”
I’m not going to cry. I. Am. Not. Because somehow, Elhyor made it about me more than about anything else and I’m not used to being the reason people do things. I’m the one who people—well, my father—used to do things they didn’t want to do. Namely, to kill a dragon, when no one knows how to do that.
Scratch that. I do know how to do that now.
But I don’t plan to use that knowledge and won’t be sharing the information with anyone, either. I can do something better.
I can help Elhyor in his quest to destroy my father.
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Idon’t know if I said something wrong, but Angélique is pensive for a minute and then she walks away from me. As if it is normal to walk from one room to another completely naked and covered in cum, she opens the door between our shared room and her former room. I hear her looking through things on the other side, but I don’t go to see what she’s doing.
“If you have someone who can interpret that,” she says when she comes back into our room, “it might help.”
She dumps a media key into my hand. It’s as big as a fingernail, but it could hold anything.
I turn on my holo-puter on the desk and plug the key in. I’ll see if one of the guys can read everything later, but first, I want to know what’s on it.
I’m not bothering with trying to see if it’s bugged. She brought the key from home, so there is a high chance it is, but we havepretty damn good firewalls in all of Notre Dame, so I’m not worried.
As I look through what Angélique just gave me, I finally find blueprints. Updated ones that put to shame the ones I have. But they aren’t the only blueprints I find. Notre Dame is on there, and it’s pretty accurate. There are other buildings like the Sacré Coeur and the Louvre Museum. All of them have the main floor and upper floors, but also the basements and what look like the hidden rooms of each building. The safe room of Notre Dame, the one at the back of the archives room, is there. It’s scary, and what is scarier is the fact there are more than just blueprints. In those files, there are delivery schedules, fire evacuation plans, and even lists of people working in each building.
