The Devil's Kisses//On Hold

Chapter 15: Vivre à Paris (part 1)

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LAMIA'S POV

I must have fallen asleep, God knows for how long. I probably just blacked out and just dozed off, it WAS a long flight. I said WAS because Mikhail shook me awake as if the plane was crash landing (in God's mercy we were still alive), but then I was always the heavy sleeper. I groaned as I wiped the drool from my lips.

"What?" I asked, blinking a few times.

"We're here." Mikhail replied in a dull monotone as he stood up as he got his backpack from the compartment above us. "Hurry up, I need a god-damned shower."

I don't remember anything else regarding the airport after that, I just realized that we were outside. And then it hit me like a bullet;

I WAS IN PARIS.

WITH A HOT DEMON WHO LOOKS LIKE A SUPERMODEL.

"Hey, Mikhail?" I asked as I looked around the Airport's shuttle area, we were supposed to wait for the shuttle that'd bring us to the Le Palais des Congrés. I gazed at the other people surrounding us: a Japanese tour group, some French nationals and a few other people from around the world. Mikhail raised an eyebrow at me.

"What?"

"Just how many languages could you speak?"

He looked up from his dark aviators as he gently rubbed his stubble.

"That's a stupid question." Mikhail began with a smile, cruelly showing off his ivory-white teeth. "Nobles like myself, are subjected to learn every single language here in this world. How else do you think I seduce my 'preys'?"

"Preys? You don't look like a predator to me."

"Only to you, Lamia."

I rolled my eyes at his words as the shuttle arrived just in time to save me from the demon. Literally. The kind driver opened the door for us with a smile, he also opened the shuttle's trunk for our luggage, but Mikhail decided to bring it up. Inside, the shuttle was cold and spacious, there's also a huge space for the excess baggage to be kept in, and that's where Mikhail put mine in. Just as we finished and while we were sitting comfortably in our front row seats, it started drizzling. The shuttle started moving and I was left to stare with awe at the scenery.

Paris was still in the midst of winter as the trees were bald and the skies were grey, but it added to the charm of the well-renowned city. The shuttle moved in silence as we drove through the other terminal of the airport and then finally to another stop near an arena of some sort. This place is magical, with the refined class of antiquity and grace evident in every nook and cranny.

After a few stops, we arrived at the Palais which was in front of a beautiful hotel and a few other establishments. The Palais housed a theatre, luxurious shops and a convention of some kind. I, who never left Seattle, was as excited as a little kid going through the carnival. The vehicle came to a halt as Mikhail patiently waited for the people to go down the shuttle one by one (while I almost ripped my eyes out in excitement). Once done, Mikhail got my luggage and I dragged him inside the Palais.

Inside, the establishment glowed with a gorgeous play of white and orange lights as we continued to stroll around the mall. Mikhail was next to me as we stared at the shops and the restaurants. I looked at him.

"You hungry?" He asked with a half smile.

"Airplane food sucks!" I exclaimed as I gave him an exaggerated grunt. "Could we look for a café or anywhere that serves good food?"

"I guess I do know a place." Mikhail laughed as he pulled me towards an escalator and then towards an open cafe.

The place was called Mavrommátis, a small and homely cafe with a beautiful warm appeal to it. I stepped inside, with Mikhail in my tow.

"Allô!" Greeted the young woman behind the cashier; she had beautiful blonde hair that was kept in a pony and forest green eyes that only looked at the man beside me. "Bienvenue sur Mavrommátis, que pouvais-je faire pour vous? (Welcome to Mavrommátis, what could I get you?)"

I stared quietly at Mikhail, who was intently focusing on the menu behind the woman. I also noticed that there was a huge open refrigerator which housed a lot of food and beverages, so I took a stroll towards it.

"Ah, le café noir pour moi. (Ah, black coffee for me)" Mikhail replied as he looked at me, as he ran his finger over his lower lips. "Lamia, have you decided on what you want to order?"

I shook my head as he walked towards me. Mikhail is now directly behind me as his chest met my back, making my heart beat out of my body. His voice distracted me as he asked me if I wanted the risotto in a cup and some iced tea. Distracted, I just nodded from my head, and a few seconds later, Mikhail was back at the counter.

"Ma petite amie aimerait le risotto de crevettes et une canette de thé glacé. (My girlfriend would like the shrimp risotto and a can of iced tea)" He smiled at her, but I didn't understand what he said. All I know is that the cashier girl started frowning at me.

"Monsieur bien, votre commande sera disponible en dix minutes. (Okay sir, your order will be available in ten minutes)" She replied as Mikhail handed her a few Euros. With a press of a few buttons, she then handed him a receipt. Mikhail turned to walk towards me as we took a seat on the table a few inches in front of the refrigerator. His body was arched as he laid his head on his arm, staring at me. I raised my eyebrows.

"What?"

"I actually wanted to head straight home, but Paris adds to your charm."

I laughed as I kicked him from under the table, making him laugh at me. At that moment, the cashier girl called Mikhail and he stood up. A few seconds later, he was back with a tray with our order.

"Black coffee for me," Said Mikhail as he placed his cup of coffee on the space adjacent to me. "And the shrimp risotto and iced tea pour mon ange."

"I no speako Frencho, but thank you." I replied as he sat down on his chair with a laugh. I decided to keep it to myself, but lately I've been noticing that Mikhail is now comfortable with me. He's been smiling a lot, but the downside is he's bolder when it comes to flirting. I shook my head and started chowing down on my food, while Mikhail was looking at me like I was a fine specimen. I bobbed my head to the side as I took a spoonful of risotto and outstretched my arm to offer him a bite.

"Here, taste it, it's delicious." I said, as he curiously raised his eyebrow with a smirk. I didn't expect him to eat it, but I only offered my last bite of risotto to be courteous. Mikhail held my outstretched arm as he brought my spoon towards his lips as he ate my risotto, his eyes never leaving mine. I was at shock from two things:

First, I was shocked at how he can turn eating food seductive;

And second, he ate my risotto.

MY RISOTTO.

I was torn between how attractive Mikhail is and how he ate my risotto. I smiled at him as we began walking out of the café. My hand was once again in the possession of Mikhail's own large ones, but I paid no mind to it, he was strangely warm for a cold creature of the night. I wanted to treasure the few instances that I am given, that I see Mikhail's true self; not an emperor nor a demon-- Just Mikhail Lucine. We walked outside, where the scenery of tall buildings and busy streets greeted us. It reminded me of home, but I needed lure a crazy demon out. As we began trailing to the left, a voice called out to my companion.

"Yo, Little brother!"