Page 31 of Even Vampires Bleed
Knowing her, I have no doubt that’s what she’s doing.
“The best I can do is tell you where he is buried,” Elhyor tells Ambrose, staying calm and collected.
I don’t know how he’s doing that. I might not have been rash like Angie, but it would definitely show that I dislike the guy. Or at least his ideas.
“That’s not enough,” Gabrielle cut in.
I have the awful inkling of an idea that they already know who killed Michaël and that they’re trying to toy with Elhyor. Except Elhyor has been at the head of Notre Dame for longer than those two nitwits have been on Earth, and I think the only person who could manage to get under his skin is eavesdropping with me right now.
“It’ll have to do,” Elhyor says. “He came with his army to attack my home. I had every right to dispose of anyone who trespassed.”
“You came to Versailles first and destroyed part of the ceiling in the north hall,” Ambrose snaps back.
“I had my reasons,” Elhyor says calmly with an almost imperceptible shrug.
He’s not sorry about going there or even destroying part of the monument, and that shows for sure. That also seems to piss Gabrielle and Ambrose even more. She doesn’t show it as much, but I can see it in the way she keeps flicking her hair behind her ear more and more forcefully.
“That’s not a good enough answer,” Ambrose snaps, his voice getting so loud that even a human could now eavesdrop on the group on theparvis.
It really shows that Ambrose is barely more than a kid. He might have been groomed for the job, but he lacks the patience of an experienced leader.
“That is all I’m willing to give,” Elhyor says, and this time I feel like maybe Ambrose is about to explode.
“Hand over my sister, or you’re going to regret it,” Ambrose sneers.
Here it is. They knew exactly who killed Michaël when they came here. They just didn’t want to make it look like they wanted their own blood dead.
“Your sister is my wife now, in case you forgot, and I’m not going to hand you either her or her head, so I encourage you to change your tone and your demands,” Elhyor responds and this time there’s a bit of his dragon showing when he growls the last word. Pierre seems to be uncomfortable with Elhyor’s answer, and I’m wondering what’s putting this sneaky bastard on edge.
“I can compromise and have a team dig up Michaël from his grave,” Elhyor adds, “but that is the extent of what I’m willing to do.”
“He should be lucky he got a grave, and that we didn’t just dump him in a ditch,” Angie says next to me as Gabrielle starts to talk. I only catch the end of her sentence and the freezing cold tone she uses to give out her words.
“I promise you that if you don’t regret those words, she will regret them.”
I can see the glare on Ambrose’s face from where I’m standing, looking through the tiny sliver of the opening of the doors, but what makes me stop breathing is what I’m seeing on Gabrielle’s face.
The evil smile that graces her lips freezes my blood in my veins. Ambrose looks pissed off, butshelooks like Elhyor played exactly in her hand, and she can’t wait to show him how he miscalculated what was to come.
Dread pools in my guts, and I have a feeling that we won’t like what she has planned.
“This isn’t over,” Ambrose says before Gabrielle clutches his hands in a way that makes it look like she wants to support him, but that I think is just too eager to be believable.
“We’ve heard enough,” Gabrielle tells Ambrose. “Let’s go home.”
They start walking away and a car flies from an adjacent street and stops just in front of Notre Dame.
“Just remember one thing, dragon. You’re almost the last of your kind. Do you really want to die for her?” Gabrielle says over her shoulder as she climbs in the car.
She doesn’t wait for an answer and closes the door, letting silence reign on theparvisin the wake of their departure.
What the hell just happened?
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It’s only a half hour later that I finally know what actually happened and what those threats were about.
