Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel l) - S01 E03

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Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel l) - S01 E03

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“Dirty, broken or both?”

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Xavier POV

“I’d call this a rat hole.” Daniel said. “But I

think the rats would take offence.”

I rolled my eyes, glaring at him. Okay, my

apartment wasn’t exactly The Ritz, but it had

four walls and a roof. (Yes, they had holes and

they were grimy. Bite me.)

The beauty of this place was that this was a

neighbourhood that literally gave zero fücks

about you. While nobody would come running

if they heard gunshots, at least they didn’t nose

around your business.

Plus, the landlord had thrown in a slightly

clean pillow.

Wasn’t that good enough?

“On second thought, your highness should wait

by the door.” I said, tossing fake IDs into my

backpack. “We wouldn’t want to get them nails

dirty.”

Danny punched my arm. I expected him to say

“I did have them manicured today” by the looks

of them.

I didn’t bother taking the few clothes I had left.

I honestly didn’t care about my stuff here –

everything was dirty, broken or both.

Well, there was one thing I really needed.

Daniel was now examining the broken lamp,

sitting cross legged on the mattress. “Love the

decor. Shîtty is very in this season.”

“Move.” I just said, ignoring him.

“On the upside, you’ll never need wallpaper.

Dust bunnies got you covered.” He said, trying

to unscrew the bulb. “Why should I move-?”

There was a loud shattering of glass as the

only window in my apartment broke.

Coincidentally, the lights gave out, plunging the

neighbourhood into total darkness.

I thought I saw a shadow slip through the

cracked glass into the room. I rubbed my

eyes. I must be imagining things.

“Xavier.” Daniel’s voice was deathly quiet.

“Where are you?”

Shît. I’d forgotten Danny was scared of the

dark.

I kept an eye on the shadow just in case,

moving to where the mattress was on the

other side of the room. It was so still, I

convinced myself it was just a trick of the

light. Nothing more –

A bullet whistled past my ear, leaving another

hole in the wall behind me.

Great. Another gun wielding maniac blowing

holes in my apartment. Because why the fück

not.

“Danny, get down.”

I moved quickly dodging bullet after bullet,

ducking just as I reached him. He seemed to

be plastered to the ground, almost blending

with the mattress. I knew he could see me, so

I just put a finger on my lips.

I took out the pocket blade in my jeans and

ripped the corner of the mattress.

All the while shots echoed around me. By now,

I knew whoever this was hadn’t come prepared

for a blackout. They were just blindly taking

shots.

See, Danny. I thought, smiling. Shîtty is always

stylish if it saves your äss.

A moment later, I found what I was looking for

in the feathery down of the mattress.

Something cold and hard met my fingers.

Palming it, I took out another one.

I smiled as I heard the sound of an empty gun

click.

My turn, cupcake.

Metal sliced through the air and there was a

muffled scream, just as the lights came back

on.

The assassin was pinned to the wall. He was

dressed in black head to toe with a bullet

proof vest and a mask. One of my throwing

blades pierced the fabric over his shoulder.

The other cut through his left leg, leaving a

deep gash.

With a growl, he tugged the blades out. His

eyes were fixed on Daniel who still hadn’t

recovered from the blackout.

He advanced toward him. I stepped in his way,

trying to punch him. He easily avoided it,

drawing a knife. He kicked me in the gut,

s-----g the air out of me.

Wow. I saw stars floating around me. Either I

was way out of practice or this guy was really

good.

I threw a series of jabs and kicks. My

opponent kept dodging me, managing to cut

me more than once.

Soon we were both breathing heavily, and I

saw an opening. I caught his hand and bent it

at an angle. He dropped the knife. I tripped

him up and he fell to floor.

Kicking the knife away, I pinned him to the

ground. Much to my satisfaction, he was trying

not to scream from the pressure on his injured

leg. It was odd how much power he’d packed,

considering he wasn’t as muscular I’d

assumed.

“Who do you work for?” I asked, calmly. I knew

the lines – I’d been through this multiple times.

There was no answer.

“How did you find us?”

Nothing.

“Who are you?”

Nada.

“Look, you better start talking.” I ripped off the

mask. “Before I -”

Forest green eyes stared up at me, wine red

curls spilling all around her on the floor. She

was covered in sweat and her skin was

decorated with bruises. She had a cracked lip

and she spat blood in my face.

I blinked. A girl.

A girl hit me.

I hit a girl.

I’m still straddling the girl.

Well, fück me.

As I just stayed where I was in shock, Daniel

finally chose to come around. He decided he

had to do something about our situation.

The future king calmly got up and hit our

assassin on the head.

With the fücking lamp.

*****

Daniel : “HIT THAT FOLLOW THE AUTHOR BEFORE I HIT YOU.

YES, WITH THE LAMP.”