Page 77 of Even Vampires Bleed
“I never said you weren’t useful, Cassie,” Elhyor says.
“But you still want me gone,” I finished for him.
God, I sound like a petulant kid.
I look at both of them and what I can see in their eyes isn’t good. I don’t like it. Because I can see the resolve there, and I know they won’t change their mind.
“I want you to remember something,” I tell them. “I hate you for forcing me to go with him.”
I don’t wait for them to say anything else. I know what they’re going to say, or I can easily guess.
“You’ll thank me one day,” I hear Angélique say, anyway.
And I really doubt that.
I really doubt that.
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Léandre
Iwant you to remember something. I hate you for forcing me to go with him.
Cassiopé’s words resonate in my mind.
I wasn’t supposed to hear them. Obviously.
But I forgot to ask Angélique if she could find a way to update me about how my father is doing while I’ll be there and decided to go ask right away instead of at the last minute.
I should have picked at the last minute.
Because now I know it for sure.
Cassiopé hates me, and I’m about to be stuck with her for however long it’s going to take for them to find a way around my microchip.
I don’t think she hates me to the point she would kill me and bury my body while we’re going to be in the forest, but still, it doesn’t feel so good for the days to come.
Maybe even weeksor months.
I don’t hate her, but since I now know she does, I’m not sure we’ll survive months in a secluded place with nothing to do with our days.
If I didn’t already dread the time there, seeing her barge out from Elhyor’s office looking very pissed off right after saying that is surely not helping.
As it is, in her mad state, she doesn’t even seem to see me on my way back to the office.
I’m not going to address it though, especially since she didn’t see me and is in no way in a state I want to brush with.
“You heard that?” Angélique asks me when I enter the office.
It looks empty now that the electronic girl left and my brain isn’t on full display for all to see anymore.
“What should I have heard?” I ask as if I had indeed heard nothing.
“In this life and the past one, you never knew how to lie, Léandre,” she tells me with a nostalgic, yet amused, smile.
I often forget that before I lost my memories, I used to be her best friend, and she knows all of my “tells” because of that.
Because weirdly, it seems those didn’t disappear with my memories.
