Act II. Scene XIV

CALE

When she realized it, she was standing there, staring at his contorted face filled with hatred.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, practically desperate, but as always... Ágape was different. Her arms enveloped him, her instinct was to calm him down, and after the body had been carefully disposed of by the mansion staff, all that remained for the couple was to return to the garden, to the tea party that awaited them.

"Where the hell were you?" Airell was the first to question, but apart from the furious redhead, no one else showed signs of having noticed their absence.

"Why do you care?" Ágape raised an eyebrow and questioned him.

"Dumping bodies," Cale answered, a half-truth, with lowered eyes and a colder tone.

"You left me stranded with those... those... those desperate women!" the redhead protested, his eyes glaring at the couple. "If you were fucking, I hope it was the worst fuck of your lives!"

"Don't worry, my dear," Cale retorted sharp