Her glare sharpened. Her shoulders drew up as she hugged her sore hand closer to her chest. "I hate you so damn much…"
The words came out small, tight, and sincere.
Quinlan laughed. It was a lot of fun to mess with this expressive nun.
But then, his laugh faded as abruptly as it began. "Alright. I think I've bullied you enough for now."
"…"
Mira only pouted harder, cheeks rounding even more as she turned her face away from him.
He shifted his grip.
Then he tossed her.
"Wha-!"
Her yelp cut off as Quinlan kicked off the air and caught her on his back.
"Hold on," he said nonchalantly.
She scrambled, arms locking around his neck, legs hooking at his sides. "You're the worst! I bet that when you greet the Goddess, she'll slap you, too! And that time, you'll feel it!"
"My mommies will protect me."
"Huh?"
They took off.
Orphanages were cleared one after another.
Every time, it was the same. Fear behind the door. Whispers. Prayers cut short when his presence was felt.
