Vivienne's sharp heels clicked, loud and defiant, as she walked out of the church doors. She paused on the stone steps.
And then she laughed. She threw her head back and laughed so loudly, so harshly, that two passing nuns and a nervous-looking clerk stopped dead and stared at her like she was, well, a demon.
She chuckled, shaking her head. "He called me a demon. Daughter of Jezebel," she scoffed, wiping a tear of mad amusement from her eye. "I didn't even tell him half the things we did. Not even close! And yet, the poor old idiot fainted."
She imagined the priest's reaction to the full truth. "I wonder if he would have shit his fucking pants if he heard about what André did to me in the library, or in his bath. Probably."
It was all André's fault. "All this is because of that fucking bastard," she muttered, her eyes losing their laughter and turning cold. "He is turning me into a madwoman. I used to be nice. Sort of."
