Page 119 of Even Angels fall
They’re almost done though, so… maybe I could ask?
Or maybe not, seeing as the oldest lady in the kitchen seems to be the one looking at me with the darkest eyes.
I shouldn’t have worried though because he just brings me to the door of the freezer and pulls two boxes with his name on it.
Does he get preferential treatment—meals—because he’s the boss here?
I want to ask all of that, but as fast as Elhyor pulled me here, he pulls me after him in another corner where I can see there are a few of those fancy multitask cookers. He opens the door of one, stuff the two boxes there and presses on ten before closing the door.
I realize ten wasn’t the time but the kind of program when steam starts to be visible inside the cooker and there is a beep only a couple seconds after.
Elhyor gets the boxes out of the cooker, and still without a word, walks me out of the kitchen.
There are almost fewer people in the cafeteria than inside the kitchen, so Elhyor doesn’t have to look for an empty table for long and only then does he release my hand.
He opens the boxes, and delicious steam evaporates from the boxes.
Inside, there’s something I’ve never seen. Two white buns are in each of the boxes, and the scent is divine. From what I can smell, they’re probably stuffed with some meat and spices because it perfumes the air already and we still haven’t broken them.
Elhyor does just that with one, and inside it looks like caramelized meat. I’m salivating at the sight and grab one for myself, only to backtrack when I touch the bun because I burned my fingers.
“Damn it!”
Why didn’t I think it could be hot? It is steaming hot, after all, but I trusted the fact that Elhyor had grabbed it without trouble, but the man is a freaking dragon. He can’t be burned with fire, of course, he’s not going to get burned with a bun.
“Careful, Little Devil,” Elhyor says. “I rather like those hands.”
He winks before catching my arm above my wrist, palm up.
“At least, it’ll be useful for something,” he adds as he looks at the reddened skin of my hand.
“I don’t see how, me, burning myself could be useful,” I say with a pout. I know I’m being difficult, but I’m still a bit sleepy and the dark looks in the kitchen kinda made me grumpy, too.
Elhyor seems amused at my antics, but still he keeps my hand over the table between us and very seriously he tells me, “Shift your hand.”
What?
But I don’t even know how I managed to shift the last time when I got down from the top of Notre Dame. How the fuck does he expect me to shift just my hand?
He seems to see the panic in my eyes and his thumb starts moving from side to side on my forearm in a soothing way.
“Breathe, Little Devil, you can do it. I’m going to be with you all along.”
“But here Elhyor? Really?” I ask, taken aback. I’m sure my panic sneaks into my words.
It’s not that I don’t want to try, but with my luck I’m gonna shift and end up with my own two feet in the delicious-looking buns.
“It’s as good as anywhere else,” he says with a shrug.
”But I’ve never willingly shifted,” I whisper-shout at him. I don’t want anyone to hear me. Since the event onle parvis,they all think I’m badass, but somehow I don’t think anyone would think the same if they knew I don’tknowhow to shift.
“You still haven’t tried to shift on your own?” Elhyor asks.
Somehow I was expecting him to be surprised, maybe disappointed, but the only thing I see in his eyes is understanding, and I feel like I don’t deserve that man.
I could have tried to shift on my own if I’m a bit honest with myself, I could have found time between the training with the warriors and the time in the archives, but I’ve been too much of a coward and that’s all on me.
Elhyor’s stares at me for a while and I don’t really know what he is thinking right now so I wait.
