Page 149 of Even Vampires Bleed
It’s meant as a joke, but he’s been bedridden for a while and washing him wasn’t the easiest.
Dad shrugs before he beckons Léandre closer to us.
“Anything to say in her defense, young man?” he asks.
“She knows how to defend herself,” Léandre answers with a small smile.
“Did I already tell you I like that one?” Dad says.
“About that…” I start saying, hesitate, and then add. “He’s not the same person you knew.”
And then I proceeded to tell him everything he missed while he was asleep.
Léandre chimes in every now and then, but at some point, I see my father’s eyelids dropping a bit, and we leave him to rest.
We go grab some food, and then we’re back in our room, ready for the rest of our new life together.
Epilogue
Florentine
This is a mess.
Of course, it is when I have finally gotten my first job that pays well that things go wrong.
Yeah, no shit.
It’s always when everything seems to go right that something bigger and much worse happens.
Self-defeating, me? Never. I’m just a fucking realist.
Well, this time it might be warranted.
Paris isn’t safe. The bird-shifters—or the angels like those pompous asses like to be called—have taken over every piece of the sky.
We can go nowhere without one of them looking over our shoulder.
But I managed to get all my sisters inside when the worst of the attacks were raging.
They’re all safe.
They were all shaken, but safe and sound.
It took them only a few hours to realize things were about to get worse.
We’re all stuck, but I can deal with that.
I’ve dealt with worse.
I’ve dealt with each of their teen crises, with their first boyfriends and girlfriends, with their first broken hearts, and with all of their wounds and fears.
I’ve seen everything.
But what I can’t deal with is the fact it’s just the five of us just now.
Because dad is not here.
It’s been five days since all hell broke loose in Paris.
