Page 67 of Even Vampires Bleed (Even Ever After #2)

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T his is stupid and so freaking boring.

It’s been five days since I left the electrician’s house—five days that I’ve stayed in my bat form and since I started my mission.

And only two days since I finally managed to find a way to enter Versailles.

Because—obviously—they’ve filled the hole we made on the catacombs level, and there was no way to get in through that “entrance” anymore, even while being the smallest bat in the world.

So yes, I spent three freaking full days—and nights—in my bat form, circling Versailles in search of a way in.

And guess what? I had to enter through the trash system.

Those birds are lazy, and that was my saving grace, because it means they have a full conveyor belt system under the castle just to avoid needing to throw the trash away. Each room has holes at the bottom of the walls that draw anything that would fall on the ground directly into the trash system.

It smells.

It freaking smells.

I’m lucky I’m not the kind of animal with a very developed sense of smell, because I’m sure I would have puked a dozen times already by now.

In the last two days, I’ve had the occasion of seeing how crass the birds are. I think I’ve almost been hit by a pad, someone’s vomit, and more sullied tissues than I can count.

But I’ve made it.

I’ve finally found Gabrielle and Michael’s room.

Right when they were getting down to business.

I didn’t need to hear that—much less see it.

I’ll have nightmares for the rest of my life.

But at least now I know where to hit. And probably when, too, because they’ve been at it for an hour now, and I’m pretty sure he’s not that good. Those screams sound very fake to me, but who am I to judge?

Oh yeah, me.

I’m who. And I’ve found them guilty.