Page 122 of Even Vampires Bleed
Her words are my downfall, because not only will I be alone for a few days, but I’ll miss her every single second she won’t be here.
But I can’t tell her that because it’s not fair to her.
I just told her that she should go and forget me. I can’t tell her I’m going to miss her or ask her to think about me.
It’s not fair.
I’ve read somewhere that when you love someone, you have to let them go.
And maybe, just maybe, I fell in love with Cassiopé, but she wasn’t meant for me.
“Take the bed,” I tell her. “I’m used to the couch and you’ll need to be at full strength if you need to fly to Paris without a jet.”
I don’t tell her that I need her to sleep in the bed so I can bask in her smell when I go to sleep once she’s gone.
That would be creepy.
But it’s the truth.
She doesn’t negotiate, and that’s how I know there’s no more fight in her.
She gets up, refusing my help, and we walk back to the house in silence.
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The silence on our way to the house is pregnant. Neither Léandre nor I can break it.
It feels like everything has been said.
Nothing is going to happen between us, and we both know it.
The tension is still here, but I can’t be bothered by it. Not after what happened tonight.
I shiver from the cold, and rain drenches my clothes. Still, I’m not complaining.
When we arrive at the house, Léandre lets me use the shower first and then he takes a quick shower, too, before we part ways, me in the bedroom and him in the living room.
I know the couch isn’t comfortable for him, but he made a valid point when he told me I needed all my strength for the flight back to Notre Dame.
What I’m not telling him is that I’m not going back to Notre Dame.
I have another plan—one that hopefully will prevent him living his life in this faraday cage that is the property we’ve been living in for the past days.
Hopefully, it will save him.
But I can’t tell him that now, or he might want to stop me.
He might leave the safety of this place just to keepmesafe.
And then who will savehim?
No. I’m not telling him.
I’m not telling him that I’m going on a suicide mission to kill the assholes who have taken his life hostage.
He will know soon enough, anyway.
