I stood in the nave, weight manacles heavy on my wrists and ankles. Stained glass filtered weak light across the stone floor, casting fractured colors over the cold stone, but I barely noticed it. My focus was entirely on the woman in front of me.
Magdalene tilted her head, that familiar crooked grin spreading across her face. "What's with the energy today? You want your darling red hair to sleep here that badly?"
I froze for a moment, fixing her with what I hoped was a mean expression. I hoped she saw it. I hoped the anger in my eyes was sharp enough to cut.
"Well, technically, she belongs here." I jabbed my fingers at her. "And you belong to the streets!"
If I let myself remember that I somehow had to find my way around fucking this Saint, I'd have migraines the size of a mountain. So I didn't think about it. Not now. The absurdity of my situation could wait until after I survived the next few minutes.
