Now Noir took a second to glance down at his side. He was hoping to find a torn strip in his jacket, or some other sign the bullet had only grazed him. But there was a dark, wet hole instead, which told him the bullet had gone straight in. His jacket was soaked with blood. He needed to get to his doctor soon.
“I beg you for your forgiveness,” the priest said to him. “I didn’t know that what I had done was still a sin.”
“Tell the angel, not me,” Noir said. “I’m just the executioner.”
The priest stared at the angel like he still didn’t believe it was real. Noir knew the feeling. The woman looked over her shoulder at them and somehow managed to laugh at the sight of the angel.
“It’s always about f*****g with you lot, isn’t it?” she said.
“Shut your damned mouth, w***e,” the angel said. “
