Page 5 of Even Vampires Bleed
Léandre gets Elhyor and Angie to kiss and that’s when I know everything is going to be alright for them.
Call me a hopeless romantic, but with the chemistry they have, there is no way those two don’t end up completely in love, or at least tangled in bed.
When the kiss finally stops, my dad clears his throat.
“The electrician is here. The doctor will be here in a minute, too. I told him I would warn him when the electrician would be here so hewouldn’t have to wait.”
We wait for a couple minutes, and I can see everyone sobered up fast at my dad’s words.
I might be the only one who didn’t drink as much as the others.
Well, me and Dad.
He didn’t drink much because Elhyor has, and one of them always needs to be in full capacity in case something goes wrong. I’ve never really been a drinker.
Don’t get me wrong, I can hold my liquor—all shifters have strong metabolisms—but it’s never been my thing.
And now that we have to see what can be done for Léandre, I’m very happy that I’m not passed out drunk.
“We’re going to find a solution,” Elhyor says before he grabs Angie’s hand.
First, Paul arrives. He’s the doctor we have on call at Notre Dame, and he’s always ready to come save the day.
It might help that Elhyor pays him very well.
Second, there is a tiny redhead with corkscrew hair coming. She’s definitely not our usual electrician. I’ve never seen her before.
She has brownish skin and deep green eyes that scrutinize us, wondering why she was brought into Notre Dame in the middle of a wedding party and with drunk people all around.
I would wonder, too, if I were her. We look like a weird bunch of people, to be honest: Angie with her wings out, Elhyor still in his tuxedo, Léandre with the shirt of his suit half open and laying on the ground and the jacket thrown over a chair, and my dad back in his tactical uniform. And that’s without mentioning the state of my dress. I’ve fidgeted so much with it since the end of the ceremony that you can probably see how the fabric folds around my fingers.
I gave up on staying presentable after everyone finished their first—or second—drink.
“Why am I even here?” she asks with an annoyed face as she crosses arms over her chest. Or is that supposed to be a sneer?
She’s dressed in some kind of dark red overalls that I believe are supposed to hide her curves. It’s very obviously failing.
“For me.” Léandre raises a hand from where he’s lying on the ground in a slurred voice.
“What is it for?” she asks Elhyor as if Léandre hadn’t just answered.
“Someone wants my brain to explode,” Léandre answers with a dark chuckle. At the same time Elhyor says, “He has some sort of electronic device under his skin; we don’t know what it exactly does or how to remove it, if it can be removed.”
“That’s why he’s drunk?” she asks.
“There might be a bit of that and the fact that this one married the devil’s daughter today,” I blurt without thinking, with a wave in Elhyor’s direction. Oh shoot, I might be tipsier than I thought.
Oh gods, I can’t say that. Angie is going to hate me, isn’t she?
“Oh shoot, why did I say that? I’m so sorry Angie,” I add with my hand shooting to my mouth.
How many drinks did I have? I thought I was okay, but I’m obviously not.
So much for being able to hold my liquor,I think.
“You’re all good, Cassie,” she says, but I cringe when I see her struggling to retract her wings right after.
I want the ground to swallow me, but instead, I reach for Léandre and help him up.
