Page 92 of Even Robots Die
Fuck, he’s right.
I’m suddenly very glad that the clothes he has provided are so covering, because I already feel completely naked when he looks at me with that kind of intensity.
“Okay,” I mumble under my breath as I stop moving and relax in his embrace—or as much as I can, knowing I’m about to be propelled into the sky like a rocket.
“What?” he asks with a devious smile. “I couldn’t hear you well.”
“You heard me perfectly well.”
“I still want you to say it louder.”
“You’re an ass, but you’re right. There, happy now?” I ask him, my tone full of sarcasm.
“Very much. Where to?” he asks me as he jumps and I feel the contents of my stomach slosh inside of it.
Why did he make me eat before doing this? I’m going to get sick.
I feel like my position is reversed with Daniel earlier in the jet.
Damn. Why did I let Brice convince me?
Because you call that convincing? You were so ready to stay in his arms …my own mind provides for me.
Fuck you.
And now I’m insulting myself. How low did I fall …?
No. No talking of falling. It’s definitely not the right time to talk about falling.
“Open your eyes, Miss Furious,” Brice croons against my ear and it’s such a stark contrast to the wind whipping at my hair that my eyes open of their own accord.
All I see is him, though. His eyes are focused on my every reaction and I almost close my eyes again at the scrutiny.
“You forgot to tell me where to go,” he says as we keep climbing.
His arms are like bands of steel around my back and knees and I realize that despite the fact my stomach tried to jump out when he took-off, everything in my body seems to react well to being in the sky.
Or maybe it’s because I’m in the sky in his arms.
I don’t want to look too closely at that thought, though. I’m pretty sure it would make me relax too much in his embrace and any comfort I would find between his arms would be whisked away the second we’re back on the ground.
“The side entrance to theSacré Coeur,” I tell him.
After all, it’s the only entrance to the catacombs that I know of that is both easily accessed and monitored byLibération.
And I don’t want to struggle to locate anyone in this damn maze. I’ve already waited enough to get my answers.
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Brice
Iland exactly where Florentine asked me to.
It is well known in Paris that there is an entrance to the catacombs inside of theSacré Coeur.This is where my own daughter snuck inside to get an interview with Christina, the leader ofLibération,when she was completely heartbroken and needed a way to evacuate the rage that was building up inside of her. At that time, I was in a coma and the archangels Michaël and Gabrielle had set the chip in Léandre’s brain off, erasing all of his memories, erasing Cassiopé from his mind.
In the end, helping the humans fight back wasn’t what Cassiopé needed. What she needed was more violent and lethal.
That’s why Paris is in lockdown. That’s why most of the cities in Europe are currently closely monitored.
