The almost inaudible rustling of fabric made me stop still. I stared at the little patch of light for a moment, almost shaking my head at his amateur mistake. Turning carefully, I looked back down the passageway.
He was looking at the letter in shock, and when his glowing eyes wandered up to find me watching him two hundred yards ahead, he caught his cloak and, flicking it in a wide arc, disappeared into the darkness behind him.
"Au revoir, mon Ange," I whispered, turning away again and suppressing a smile. "Or should I say, salut?"
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In which Christine de Changy, the mother of two young boys, receives a letter from her long-lost Angel, written over five years prior, and loses herself in written correspondence with him, without her husband's knowing consent.
COMPLETED. A quick read for any Phantom phans who have read the Leroux book and want to cry even more.
When an archeology student accidently gets added in a groupchat full of f1 drivers.
Or
When Charles Leclerc falls for the stranger in the groupchat
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