Page 58 of Even Angels fall
Elhyor”
It’s a good thing that I went there first thing in the morning, because when I reach the laundry room, my clothes are all clean, dry and folded. If I didn’t know it was a machine that did all of that, I’d probably feel weird about having even my panties folded.
I hurry back to my room and change back into my own clothes.
I’m tempted to throw away what Elhyor got me, but I won’t be so petty. He might not know what I’m used to and had someone pick the clothes for him. At least he got me extra clothes.
And it’s not like I train here. I might not need the regulating temperature, helping with muscle contractions, kind of clothes while I’m here.
Especially if there’s nothing I can do to kill him. Maybe I should just join Cassiopé in the archives. If there’s somewhere I could find an answer to the invincibility of dragons, I bet it’s there.
But first, I have another battle to fight.
35
Angélique
Ifind Elhyor in his office once again.
I don’t know how much he does here, but it doesn’t look like he needs to run anything.
Or maybe I don’t know, because if he’s the one paying all the bat-shifters who work here as warriors, I might be wrong.
Unless the legend about dragons and their treasure trove is true, and then I’m even more wrong.
That’s not the problem now, though.
I listen through the door and other than the click-click of someone typing on a computer, there is no noise inside.
I knock on the door, and without even waiting for his answer, I barge in.
As if he was so deep in whatever work he was focused on, his head whips in my direction at my entrance.
But it’s not where I stop.
I walk until I’m just against his desk and drop on his desk the reason I’m here.
“What the fuck is that?” Elhyor asks me as if he hasn’t pieced together exactly what this is.
It’s small, red, and lacy. What else could it be?
I’m also probably mean, because I didn’t clean it, and it’s been cuffing my butt for the best part of the day.
Because, yes, I dared that. I dropped the red lace panties I had to wear all day long on his desk.
After all, it’s his fault, no?
Elhyor looks at the tiny underwear as if it could eat him before he realizes what it is and then he schools his face.
“I think that’s pretty obvious. And yes, I wore it all day. And no, I don’t like it. Why? Because that thing hasn’t been made for comfort. I’m not even sure it has been made with women in mind. I’m not going to wear any of them and since I’d hate for them to go to waste, I’m bringing them back to their rightful owner.”
Elhyor raises an eyebrow in question.
“But there’s only one here…”
“The others are in front of your room door,” I say, looking at my fingernails as if they’re more important than this conversation.
His face stays impassible, but I can see in his eyes that something is chafing him the way that piece of fabric chafed me all day long. It’s in the way they spark with danger.
