Page 32 of Even Angels fall
I’m also becoming extremely bored.
We’ve been to the archives every day since I arrived, and I feel like I haven’t seen the sun in forever.
I’m also getting antsy with the lack of physical release I’m used to.
I’m not talking about getting myself to come. I’ve done that every night, making sure to leave the door between Elhyor’s and my room open. I’ll get him to join me or hate me.
No, what makes me antsy is the fact that I’ve been practicing for the past eight years, for eight hours or more a day, and now, the only thing I can do is a little workout in the morning when everyone is asleep, and again after dinner. And not every evening, either, because Cassiopé still tries to get me to join the warriors and her for movie night.
I think she has a crush on one of them, but I didn’t manage to decipher which one. I don’t even think I learned their names, anyway.
The thing is, I haven’t gotten proper training since I arrived, and it doesn’t feel right, but I can’t ask to train with the warriors or I’m going to ruin the little angel doll image they all have of me.
It wouldn’t be too bad if only I didn’t have to catch Elhyor unaware just to open a door on him. If he knows I’m trained, he’s never going to let me close enough for me to complete my mission.
I need to find a way to at least get out.
“Cassie? Would there be a way to get out and watch the men’s training? My father never let me do that when I was in Versailles. He thought it was a distraction, and that I didn’t need to see how they trained to command them.”
I’m blatantly lying, but if it gets me out and she can drool over whoever she has a crush on, it’s a win-win situation.
“We’re not supposed to be there. Imagine one of the weapons fires in our direction?” she says with big doe eyes.
If it happened, at least I wouldn’t have to be taken back to my father.
That thought is… dark.
It’s not like me to give up, and yet I can’t help but feel it deep in my bones. If I’m dead, I can’t go back to my father, but I can’t kill Elhyor, either, or even turn Cassiopé’s world upside down.
I shake my head. I can’t think like that. There’s a path all ready for me, and I just have to get that stubborn dragon to see that he wants me.
I’d even go with sex directly. I don’t need the wedding.
Being a widow doesn’t sound that great, anyway.
“We’ll stick to the cathedral’s side. I don’t think any of them would be stupid enough to fire on ND.”
That seems to reassure her, and in the next second, her cheeks turn red. I didn’t need to say anything else, but I knew it was going to work as soon as her eyes lit up.
“Okay, let’s go,” she says as she grabs my arm and drags me through rows and rows of books until we reach the stairs. The training field is right over the archives, and I felt almost suffocated underground. Now that we’re outside, I feel better.
I tip my head back to the sun and enjoy the rays of sunshine brushing over my face.
I know I won’t be able to stay like this for long, with my pale skin and the lack of sunscreen, but I’m willing to get a little sunburned just for extra time under the sun.
Cassiopé and I sit against the back wall of Notre Dame as I soak under the sun and she eats the warriors with her eyes.
We’re a bit in the shadows, which suits Cassiopé just fine, but it’s not good enough for me.
I move from the wall and turn in her direction. This way, the sun hits my back and a bit of my head. All the warriors are visible if I twist my head a bit on the side, but it looks like it’s not what I’m doing.
”You’re not even looking at them,” Cassiopé says with a laugh.
It’s perfect.
“I need the sun more than I need to see sweaty men,” I answer with a shrug.
That seems to make her laugh some more.
