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Angélique

I’m pissed. I’m mad. And above it all, I’m scared as shit.

I can’t go back.

I can’t be there again.

I’d rather be gone before tomorrow.

I’d rather die trying to complete my mission than go back to my father.

That’s it.

I’ll die trying.

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Elhyor

Everything is silent.

Everything is too silent.

Until I feel the air shift at my back, and I turn just in time to see Angélique jump from the railing onto me.

It’s only when I feel the searing pain in my chest that I realize that she jumped with two daggers in hands and that each is protruding from my pecs.

What the fuck just happened?

They’re not embedded too deep, since I caught Angélique with both hands as she fell over me, but it still hurts like hell.

Also… I’m feeling this weird mix of anger and pride that I don’t want to look too closely at.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Everything feels so surreal that I don’t realize I haven’t moved until Angélique wiggles in my grasp, pushing the daggers inside my flesh in the process.

I lift Angélique from me, getting her arms as far away as I can with the daggers still stuck inside my chest.

It’s not as easy as it sounds.

The Little Devil keeps kicking in my direction and wiggling, as if she knows exactly how to get out of my grasp.

It probably would work if I weren’t so tall next to her and wasn’t holding her thirty centimeters above the ground.

“You!”

It’s the only word that breaks free.

”Let me down!” she answers with snark.

I switch to holding her with just one hand under her armpit, and I curse when she almost gets away.

Then she pulls on the hand holding her with all her might, and I feel her nails dig under my skin, but I hold tight.

With one hand, I grab the handle of the dagger embedded in my chest closest to her, and before I pull it free, I see her eyes shine with hope.

I smirk at her as I tug on the handle; a wet sound and a red trail following the removal of the dagger from my body.

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