Page 107 of Even Angels fall
It’s not like him not to be thankful.
“He wasn’t feeling well,” Cassiopé answers after a beat.
Something isn’t adding up. More because she’s not spitting sentences after sentences. She doesn’t sound like herself.
“What happened?” Elhyor asks, beating me with asking the question.
“He said it was a migraine, but it came in an instant so I made him rest,” Cassiopé says and she sounds like a mix of sheepish and sorry.
“And where is he?” I ask.
“In my room,” she answers, and now she looks more sheepish than sorry, and even if I want to tease her about the fact that she decided to install him in her room, I don’t feel like it’s the right time.
Still, I want to see my best friend. I want to know he’s alright, and that everything is going to be okay.
So, instead of wherever Elhyor and Cassiopé had decided to go, I pull on Elhyor’s hand and get him to follow me up the stairs leading to the bedroom corridors.
“Maybe I should go first,” Cassiopé says when we reach her door, but I don’t wait for her and barge in.
My best friend, half-naked, tangled in sheets that look like he wasn’t the only one in them not long ago, wasn’t what I expected.
But what can’t be missed either is the distinct smell of sex inside the room. With all my lessons in Versailles, that’s something I know I could never mistake.
I probably should have listened to Cassiopé and let her enter first, after all.
That’s not like I don’t know he has a healthy appetite—and that’s not like I didn’t sleep with Elhyor last night either—but somehow I wasn’t expecting them to have already jumped in bed together.
I backtrack and close the door as I face Elhyor and Cassiopé.
“I’ll be in your office,” I tell Elhyor, “Get him to wake and dress and join us,” I say for Cassiopé.
I don’t miss the way she blushes at knowing what I just saw, but I don’t care. I like Léandre and I won’t say a single thing because he might be about to get his brain blown out, but I need to go away and fast.
Because it doesn’t sit well that while we were trying to save his ass and risking our own in the process, this little asshole was getting down and dirty with my new friend.
It also didn’t take them long.
As if he feels like something is wrong with me, Elhyor doesn’t try to talk to me while he follows me to his office.
I’m fuming, but I’m not going to explode while I’m in hearing range.
I might want to kick my best friend’s ass—preferably with studded boots— but I won’t forget what he is going through.
So, I’m holding it in for now.
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Elhyor
“What is wrong?” I ask Angélique as soon as we reach my office, closing the door behind us.
If I didn’t know that she was a crow shifter, I could easily believe that she is a dragon now.
She surely has the hot temper of my kind, and in this instant I can almost believe there is smoke coming from her nostrils with the way her face turned red from anger.
“What is wrong you’re asking me?” she asks back, but I can see it; she doesn’t want an answer, she wants an outlet. And if it’s what she needs, then I’ll gladly give that to her. “You didn’t smell what happened in Cassiopé’s room while we were away?”
“I did.”
