Chapter 6: Burn In Hell
"I donna know," I murmured, lowering my head so that I seemed shy and innocent. It was an act that I had perfected over the years, and I was damn good at it. "I called out for anyone, but no one answered."
Even with my head down, I could still see through Greed's eyes as the bear of a man stared at me, judging each and every one of my reactions.
I could see his eyes narrowing as I hunched my shoulders, trying to make myself even smaller.
"Marie," he finally called out after a tense moment. "Take the girl. She'll be coming with us after I speak to Christopher."
It took me way too long to realize that the 'Christopher' he was talking about was actually Père.
Greed briefly turned his attention to the twenty or so men and women waiting on my front lawn. The men were all dressed in the same uniform as the bear and the snake, but the scattering of women were dressed like they were still in the 1800s.
A thin woman stepped forward until she stood at the bottom of the two wooden steps leading up to the porch. I assumed that this was Marie, but she was doing her best to be invisible. Her mousy brown hair was tied back in a tight bun and it looked like it couldn't decide between being brown or golden.
Her dress was hanging off her frame and I could see her right eye was swollen shut, a beautiful purple bruise already on full display.
Two things hit me at that moment, the first was that the bear and Père were cut from the same cloth, and the second one was the snake pushing me down the stairs and into Marie.