Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel l) S01 E39

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Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel l) S01 E39

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 39

“Pretty things and little lies”

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Victoria P. O. V

I’m going to meet my friend. There’s fruit on the table. Don’t do anything stupid.

Biscuit

I woke up to that super polite note and I didn’t know what annoyed me more.

The fact that he’d given me fruit or the fact that there was only an empty bowl left.

Courtesy of a certain magical chicken eyeing me in disdain.

I had no idea how the thing came inside, considering the windows were all locked and the curtains drawn. The Phoenix looked at the crow’s nest that was my hair with marked judgment.

“Yeah, like you’re on the cover of Vogue.” I muttered, getting up. “Did that bästard let you in?”

Now I’m talking to a bird.

Fantastic.

I brushed my teeth and took a shower. Wrapping a towel around myself, I headed to the wardrobe. Said bird followed, watching me with curiosity.

“If you’re a girl, it’s ok to feel a little jealous – not all of us have feathers for an ass.” I muttered, going through the hangers.

“If you’re a boy, congratulations. Biscuit’s trained you look at half naked women real well.”

I found a pair of oversized PJs with little unicorns on them and I knew I had a choice.

I could’ve played nice. I could’ve stayed in, watched some Breaking Bad and pined over Biscuit like a bored housewife.

Should’ve, would’ve, could’ve.

I put on a pair of skinny jeans and a black shirt. Grabbing the gun under my pillow, I looked at the note on the dresser and turned it over.

PS – If you’re going to pick the lock anyway, use a bobby pin and not my gun. Lady Terencia likes weird äss doors and that woman is not to be screwed with.

I rolled my eyes, smiling a little.

One smart cookie I’d picked.

Opening the door as suggested – because of course, he’d locked my door as it was his Biscuitly duty to try to annoy me even when he wasn’t around – I walked past the hallway of expensive, tasteful and ultimately meaningless stuff.

I was about to turn left toward the stairs when one of the cases caught my attention.

A crown of gold and diamonds stared back at me from a glass case. A smaller circle of rubies and silver rested on a cushion beside it.

Oddly, it was never the craftsmanship, elegance or the significance of jewellery that caught my eye.

My mental estimate of a million dollar price tag always did the trick though.

Kleptomania was useful like that.

“I could just give it to you.” A woman’s voice said behind me. “But you will have to promise me you’ll wear it someday.”

I turned around to see a woman with amethyst eyes and short platinum blonde hair.

She could’ve easily passed as the most stunning person I’d ever seen, intricate gold ink tattoos running down her neck and arms along her veins. She was wearing a long black dress, just standing there still like a shadow.

“Done.” I promised. “I’ll even post a picture on instagram. This definitely beats that flower crown bullshît.”

She smiled wisely. “You must be Victoria.”

Did Biscuit distribute my biography to everyone in the whole dämn country?

“And you must be Storm from X-Men?”

She laughed. “Good guess. My name’s Anna. I’m Kiera’s partner.”

“Biscuit’s sister’s girlfriend .” I muttered. “Why should I expect nothing lesser than the angel version of Halle Berry?”

“You flatter me.” Anna smiled.

“Yes.” I said, stating a fact. “I’m always nice to people who intend to give me shiny things.”

“I’ll give you that crown or I can tell you where your Biscuit is. You are looking for him, right?”

“Gee,” I rolled my eyes. “An idiot or a huge diamond crown that would put me on the Forbes list? Tough choice.”

She looked me in the eyes.

“Indeed.”

I thought about it and unfortunately there was only answer.

I sighed.

“Tell me where that son of a bîtch is.” I shrugged, wistfully. “I’ll just steal this thing later.”

Anna smiled.

“He’s at the mansion.” She even gave me directions to get there. “And I wouldn’t steal this one if I were you.”

“Why not?”

“Replicas aren’t worth half as much as the original.” She said, distinctly. “Oh, and piece of advice? You should ask your boyfriend for his name sometime.”

“Not my boyfriend.” I corrected her by habit.

She simply smiled. “The best lies are the ones we never talk about. Have a nice day, Victoria.”

I thanked her and headed to the garage, feeling more than a little confused despite the simplicity of what she’d said.

I realised that in the aftermath of that bomb, I’d never spoken to Biscuit about that kiss.

I’d simply been hoping to get it all out of my system, or keep it a casual thing at best. It was nothing but a little animal attraction.

It couldn’t be anything else.

Right ?

I knew nothing about him. And honestly, I didn’t want to.

An ageing, dying mortal and a perverted, pureblood angel simply did not go together.

Why are you trying to find him then?

A small part of my mind thought. You don’t give a dämn? Stay here. Better yet, break your sister out of prison and leave Vetresca.

I need to find the client. I thought reasonably. I started this. It’s not right if I leave now.

I should’ve laughed at myself.

A trained professional murderer and thief. Since when do you give a fück about doing the right thing?

And now I was talking to myself.

At least the bird hadn’t called me out for the filthy little liar I was.

The garage had a lot of beautiful cars and as much I would’ve loved to hotwire the brand new Aventador, they were all too conspicuous.

That’s when I noticed the shiny black Ducati with the leather jacket and helmet hanging from a hook.

Let’s go for a little ride.

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Victoria : “LIKE BECAUSE SCREW TIARAS. REAL QUEENS WEAR LEATHER JACKETS .” XD