Page 49 of Even Vampires Bleed
Begrudgingly, I wait for her to connect her holo again.
“Elhyor, it’s Christina. We found something your people are going to want.”
There is a pause, and I barely hear Elhyor on the other side.
“The wings?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll send someone,” he says.
“Sending you the details by messages,” Christina adds before hanging up.
Wings?
What the hell am I about to steal this time?
And who is Elhyor sending?
I hope it’s not Pierre, or I’m going to throttle him before the end of whatever mission this is.
Pierre would be my worst nightmare.
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It turns out, Pierre wouldn’t have been my worst nightmare.
This is my worst nightmare.
Because Christina didn’t let me roast her so much with my questions. She got rid of me fast after explaining we would rob the archangels, right from their special collection.
She told me to talk with Elis to get more explanations on what we would be stealing and left.
Yes, she left her own office because she didn’t want to talk to me anymore.
I should feel flattered that she feels that it’s needed, but somehow, I’m just uneasy about the mission.
I know absolutely nothing about what we’re about to steal, and Elis isn’t helping.
If I had made any progress with him, they’re all dead now, because he withdrew in his own personal bubble and has barely been acknowledging me with anything other than grunts.
It’s been two days, and we’re waiting at the entrance of theSacré Coeurto meet with whoever Elhyor sent.
I’ve stayed here for the most part of my time so I didn’t even think to ask him who he would send and I’m still praying to myself, “Please don’t be Pierre, please don’t be Pierre.”
Except I should have been more specific.
Because instead of my worst nightmare, it’s my wettest dream that comes forth, and I’m not ready.
Léandre. Elhyor sent Léandre.
And I don’t know how it’s even possible, but it looks like he filled out his clothes since I left him in his room almost three weeks ago.
His hazel eyes shine like they’ve found the mysteries of life, and his smile is radiant.
It hurts to see how good he looks and how unaffected he is, and I don’t realize my face can show it all until Elis bumps my arm with his.
