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This is the only reason my father delayed his attack on the power room when Brice and his team were inside.
I see it now, and it freezes my blood.
We turn the corner and arrive in the corridor leading to the power room. It’s crowded with guards, and they all have their guns pointed toward us.
Elhyor stops me in my tracks, the fire inside of him burning any remnant of the mask and contacts he had been wearing and making his golden eyes shine in the darkness of the corridor.
“Go, I’ll take care of this,” he tells me.
I’m not one to flee, but I have the suspicion that even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to.
I know my father and sure as hell, when I turn my head in the direction we came in, there are more of his troops.
The troops in front of us aren’t even bothering facing the power room from which smoke started to leak out.
Michaël doesn’t even consider the people inside as a threat.
And that’s when I see him. In the middle of his men, walking toward us.
All dressed in white and with his wings out.
Wearing the proudest—and scariest—smile I’ve ever seen.
Michaël.
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Ican see it right away when Angélique registers that her father is coming our way.
It’s in the way her shoulders tense and her lips thins as if she’s trying to refrain herself from swearing.
If I wasn’t fuming myself, I’d find it cute.
As it is, I’m berating myself for not doing more to prevent the situation we’re in from happening.
Of course, I knew there was a high chance this was all a plot to get me here, even if Michaël still has no idea how to kill me, but me and Brice discussed that possibility and still, we decided to come.
Even if it wasn’t to save Léandre, we wouldn’t have passed this opportunity.
The maps and information Angélique brought us is a gold mine on its own, and we would have attacked those servers verysoon, knowing the kind of damage it could deal to the archangels by doing so.
I might not ally myself toLibération,but I’m no idiot either. I can see the way the archangels treat humans and what they deem lesser shifters—basically, any shifter that can’t fly.
Yes, we would have tried to destroy those servers, anyway. Léandre’s condition just made today the only day to do it.
“It is a sad day today,” Michaël says as he walks up to us. “This is a sad day because on this fateful day, I discover that my own daughter is a traitor.”
He looks her up and down with a sneer and then stops about three meters from us. Her disguise didn’t fool him, but I already knew it wouldn’t work on him; it was only ever for the guards.
“I already knew that you were beneath me, beneath us, but I never thought you lacked courage,” he spits the words at her.
Angélique’s back is ramrod straight, but nothing can be seen on her face.
He could have told her that the sky was pink and I’m not even sure it would have registered differently on her face.
Sure, her shoulders are still tense and her lips stretch in a line that’s so flat that I’m wondering if she’s trying to eat her own lips, but it was already the case before Michaël even opened his mouth.
