“You’re such a f*****g hypocrite,” came Carlo’s grating voice from the doorway. The words bounced off the bare walls and empty pews, sharp and loud in the quiet space. They were the only two people in the chapel, so there was no one else to soften the echo.
Dimitri didn’t turn around. “Don’t curse. You’re in a chapel.”
Carlo let out a harsh, barking laugh. His face twisted into something ugly—half sneer, half wild amusement. “That’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever said. Don’t curse? In a f*****g chapel?” He laughed again, the sound grating and forced. “I didn’t know you had jokes left in you.”
He walked forward and dropped onto the pew right beside Dimitri, close enough that their shoulders almost touched. Then he leaned in and stared hard at the side of Dimitri’s head. Dimitri ke
