Page 59 of Even Angels fall
“Did you wear the others?” he asks in an uneven tone.
“Why would I suffer through more?” I ask, dumbfounded.
He grabs the thong and pockets it at my answer.
“Good,” he says before adding, “Noted. You can go now.”
And then he goes back to typing on his keyboard.
That wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for. I knew what I was about to do was petty, and that’s exactly why I did it. After all, if I had been uncomfortable for hours, he could be for a few minutes.
I’m almost at the door when I hear a noise outside.
I peek behind the door, but it’s not coming from inside Notre Dame. It’s like the noise is coming from theparvis.
“Elhyor?”
He raises his head again to look at me.
“I think there’s something wrong in front of Notre Dame…” I start to say, as one of the warriors I don’t recognize comes running in our direction.
There is definitely something wrong.
“ELHYOR.” The yell comes from outside, and it sounds like it’s getting closer.
“I’ll see what this is about,” he says as he stands and passes me on his way out. “Stay here. I’ll get everything sorted.”
Because I don’t know how to stay put or respect an order when he’s the one giving it, I follow him through the cathedral until he reaches the central double doors of Notre Dame that open on theparvis.
Elhyor stops me at the door.
“I mean it, stay here. I don’t know if it’s safe outside.”
Then he closes the door after him.
Should I follow him there? No. Should I open the door to listen to what is happening? Maybe.
I slowly get the door open, just a few centimeters and try to listen to Elhyor and the man in front of the mob that gathered on theparvisand as far as I can see, but they’re far away, the man has stopped yelling and the mob isn’t the quietest so the noise is drowning what they’re saying.
“What are they saying?”
I almost jump at Cassiopé’s question.
“I can’t hear,” I tell her with a childish pout.
“Then go away.” She shoos me away from the door to take my place and sticks her ear just in the small gap between the two doors.
Oh. right, bat-shifters and their super hearing.
“What are they saying?” I repeat her words, and she holds her hand up, so I stop talking.
“Okay,” I mumble to myself.
“The man says that Elhyor betrayed them. In a lot of curse words…” Cassiopé starts to say. “He’s talking about you.” She stops altogether, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m not going to like whatever the other man is saying.
It gets even more obvious when she starts to frown and shake her head.
“What?” I ask. “You can’t tell me they’re talking about me and then shut up,” I add.
