According to his calculations, Amulius had stopped finding life funny when Marie Antoinette had been executed. That arrogant loon had made him fall for her, with the sole purpose of making a fool out of him in front of her court. As luck would have it, she was the one to lose her head in the end.
Unless Tom had mistaken it for a weird muscular spasm, that was indeed a real smile, followed by a relaxed, friendly attitude. Too friendly. To the point that he dared to place a hand on her shoulder after her last joke.
The idea of breaking his limb into several, tiny pieces drove Tom toward them but, at that same moment, Alice's gym bag fell on the floor and she bent down to gather the content, scattered on the ground.
In an instant, his homicidal thoughts were swept away by the view of her a
