It was already late evening when Cassian and Analisa finally stepped out of the confessional chamber. Analisa's legs were still shaky, her face burning with embarrassment, while Cassian casually steadied her like nothing unusual had happened.
Brigid stood waiting outside, arms crossed, sipping wine with the kind of furious expression that promised future violence. Cassian only flashed a smug little grin—so casual Analisa wondered for the thousandth time if he had any sense of fear about being punished by the woman who technically owned him.
But then again… Cassian never really listened to Brigid, and Brigid never actually did anything about it. And Analisa, after today, had a pretty good guess why.
"Well," Brigid said, wearing an angry little smirk, "you two certainly took your time."
Brigid set her cup down with a hard clink, eyes burning into the two of them.
