Page 136 of Even Vampires Bleed
I’m being extra careful because I didn’t think things through, and I’m doing all of this naked.
I don’t plan on bleaching myself even though I still smell like a dirty trash can.
When the bathtub smells better than me, I finally step in and lather myself with soap. I rinse, scrub, and rinse. And lather myself with soap again. I do the same with my hair and then I finally feel like I don’t smell too bad.
I’m spreading a heavy dose of body cream all over myself when my stomach starts to grumble.
How long have I been asleep?
I search for my holo for a minute before realizing I left it in my desk drawer.
Twenty-seven hours. Ish.
That’s how long I slept.
Holy freaking shoot.
I didn’t even know that was possible.
It’s true that I stayed awake for days to sneak inside Versailles, but still, I wasn’t expecting to stay asleep this long.
I don’t even know what I am going to open my door to.
I’m pretty sure that what I did two days ago was not something that went unnoticed.
I’m wondering what mayhem started when I went to sleep.
Is there a revolution in the streets of Paris? Did the grand battle we were all waiting for happen already, or are we all still holding our breath?
I’m not sure I’ll find out though, because it’s four in the morning, and I doubt anyone is still awake except for the teams patrolling Notre Dame.
I put a shirt and sleeping shorts on.
I’m only going to the kitchen to get something to eat. I don’t need to get dressed or anything. The only plan is to stuff my face.
My plan is slightly derailed when something falls on my feet as I open the door, though.
Not something.
Someone.
“Ouch,” Léandre says as the fall to the ground wakes him up with a jump.
“What are you doing here?”
Even to my ears, I sound alarmed.
What is he doing here? Why is he not still in the forest, where he’s protected from anyone messing with his brain?
He stands and grabs me softly by the shoulders.
It’s like he doesn’t know what he’s allowed to do after the last night we had together.
“By here, do you mean Notre Dame? Or specifically your door?” he asks with a cocky smile.
“Both,” I answer without thinking.
The fact that he was at my door is giving me butterflies, and I need to kill those nasty bugs fast if I don’t want to get hurt again.
