God Bones

Chapter 12: Le Cafe de Paris

Lucy

We landed in France. I hadn't slept all day and Arion's situation was similar. He had bags under his eyes as did I. Maria and Peter were seated in front of us for the whole flight so I got a clear view of her brown roots everytime I stood up to use the restroom.

I was seated near the emergency exit and fought the urge to open the door just because I could. Not that there was any danger of an emergency with Arion, a sorcerer of wind, seated next to me but I was curious and bored.

Maria ignored me. I ignored Peter. He was sweet but there's only so much small talk you can take. Arion was zoned out.

I kept myself entertained with one of my 'science-fiction' novels. This one involved a cardboard cutout for a girl being fought over by two hyper alpha dude bros who seemed, in my humble opinion, better suited for each other.

I wished I could throw it out of the window but the plane window wasn't going to open.

Sigh.

Arion looked at the cover- this one had two men and a woman in various states of undress - and raised an eyebrow.

I shrugged. He's not going to call off the engagement just because I read trashy romance books. And beyond that, I didn't care.

The book was called 'Serving in the Billionaire's Bed.'

Hey, I read these books for smut, not erudition. If I wanted to educate myself, I'd read archeological reports. Or brush up my French.

Not that I needed it.

Out of the five languages I spoke - French, English, Greek, Latin and Russian, French was my second most preferred language. I'd learned it as a second language in school

Greek and Latin for my studies. Russian was my weakest. I'd learned it for no good reason, nobody around me really speaks it, except maybe my dead grandfather.

My journey was pleasant, thanks to my noise canceling earphones. Because Maria was complaining about everything, from the slight delay in takeoff to the quality of the airplane seats. Arion and Peter managed to placate her but she was so loud that the entire airport turned to look at us.

It was one of those rare moments when the loudest think in the airport was not the deafening whir of plane engines.

She was clearly the sort of person that thought the world owed her something. Entitled, bratty, thought she was better than everyone because she had magic.

I wish Sera could wake up, come here and kick her ass.

She looked at my romance novel and smirked.

You're not a violent person Luce, remember what Gandhi said. If someone slaps you, turn the other cheek and moan 'More Daddy!'

I looked at my novel. Maybe Sera was right and they were actually corrupting my brain.

I didn't mind, it was the first time her face wasn't stuck in a frown. Peter was sweet. Unfortunately that's the only word I could use to describe him because he never spoke.

Not that it mattered, poor fucker wouldn't be able to get a word in edgewise anyway.

"Do you know why we've been called?" Peter finally asks, turning around to look at Arion.

Hmm.

I leaned my head back and sighed. Slowly turning my music down.

"No idea," Arion said. "Apparently it's to guard his chateau."