Page 102 of Even Angels fall
Are Brice and his team still inside of it? It must be hell to breathe in there.
I turn back in the direction I had been aiming in order to go after my father again, but instead all I see is a sea of dark gray uniforms and guards fighting against Elhyor’s men.
There is no trace of the all white outfit Michaël was wearing a few minutes ago.
It’s like he vanished.
I try to find red instead. He’s bound to get covered in blood too since he’s in the middle of a battle, but still nothing.
That’s when I feel claws tearing at the back of my head that I register what is happening.
I turn, and I’m faced with a dove trying to claw my face.
But now that I see the bird—now that I see Michaël—I know exactly what to do.
I’m fast in avoiding each pass of his claws, turning at the right moment, dumping to the ground and moving like a wraith.
I’m faster than he is, even in my human form, so when I unleash the knife I just retrieved from my boot, he doesn’t even see it coming until it’s stuck in his wing and in the wall behind him.
Good.
I look around me.
Everyone is so busy with the battle that no one notices what just happened.
Good.
I swipe my dagger at another guard as I make my way to the wall.
Before my father has time to shift back, I retrieve my second knife from my boot and plunge it at the base of his other wing.
That should keep him busy for a while.
Then I run to the door.
I’m pushing past people, avoiding weapons left and right, punching anyone in my way, cutting through people.
I can’t be stopped.
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Elhyor
Ican feel the smoke on my skin. It’s invigorating, and my dragon pushes against my skin to get out. It loves fire and brimstone. It revels in it, but I can’t let the beast take control. First because if it gets out, it’s going to be mayhem and even if, in true French fashion, the ceiling of the corridor we’re in is very high, I’m still larger than the corridor and I’m not sure I’ll be able to avoid crushing any of my men.
Second, there would be no way I could pass that door at the end of the corridor and evacuate Brice and his team in my dragon form.
I repeat for the third time already to any of my men in the com device to get to that damned door, but no one has managed it so far, and it’s been eerily silent on Brice’s side.
I don’t like it.
I already hate that we fell into Michaël’s trap—even knowing it was one—but it’s even worse knowing that my friend and my men might be suffocating behind that door.
Some would say that they should have been more careful and double checked that they could escape before lighting any fire, but I understand why they did it. I would have done the same if I had been the one inside. Those servers needed to disappear for the sake of Léandre, but also for humanity and shape-shifters’ sake.
Someone willing to sell off his own daughter and then make it look like she decided to marry me on her own, and make it look like she’s a traitor, should never be in power. He never should have been in power in the first place.
And I never should have turned a blind eye to his actions. “I might never joinLibération,but I sure as hell am embracing their ideas,” I think to myself as I punch one of Michaël’s guards in the face. I then grab his shoulder and throw him on the woman right behind him. She never sees him coming and they both crash to the ground. I don’t see it though, I only hear it because I’m turning on my other side right when I release him, dodging someone’s knife that was aimed at my ribs.
