Page 50 of Even Vampires Bleed
“Your face lit up like a Christmas tree just to be gloomier than my mum at my aunt’s funeral,” Elis tells me. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say this man is the one who stole your loved one—not the archangels.”
Amazing. The bastard says nothing for two weeks, and now he reveals that he actually heard what I said to Christina.
Awesome.
“In a way, he did,” I whisper just for the two of us and don’t explain.
“So, we hate him?” Elis asks and just like that, it occurs to me that maybe Elis and I really are friends.
“It’s a long story, that we don’t have time for now, but no, you don’t need to hate him,” I say.
“Okay.”
This is Elis’s only answer before Léandre joins us in front of the church.
“Hi,” Léandre says with a sunny smile.
How do I love that smile?
How do I hate it even more?
“I know you,” he says almost right away when his eyes fall on me, and my dumb heart starts accelerating like he recognizes me afterall. “You’re the crying girl from the day my mind was wiped. Are you feeling better?”
And just with a sentence, all my dreams are crushed right next to the pile of pieces that used to be my heart.
This week is going to be hell.
Oh, yeah, because did I say there’s a week of preparation for this mission?
A whole full week.
And I get to spend it with grumpy—Elis—and sunshine—Léandre.
Yeah, me.
“Yes,” I answer Léandre’s question, even if I don’t believe the single word I just spit.
I almost want to ask him why he would care, anyway, but instead I stay silent.
This is going to be a long week.
“My name is Léandre, and you are?” Léandre says as he turns in Elis’s direction.
“Annoyed,” Elis answers, and I almost want to laugh at the gruff tone he just used.
He did tell me he didn’t see why Christina was making one of Elhyor’s men join us on that mission.
That’s basically all he has been saying these past two days.
Because yeah, I still don’t know what we’re stealing.
“His name is Elis,” I tell Léandre before hurrying him behind us so we can get back inside theSacré Coeur.
He follows, but then his next question stops me in my tracks.
“And you are?”
I try to hide that my steps falter, but Elis looks at me like he saw everything and knows I’m hiding something.
