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“Maybe I’ve changed. Have you thought of that?”
Nothing prepares Villanelle, or now Nelle , for the slap that colors her cheek red right after. Tears spring to her eyes and she averts her gaze to the floor for a moment. Her lower lip is trembling with the emotions she cannot contain hidden on the inside. But when her eyes meet Eve’s again, her face is painted with a diabolical smile. Laughter bubbles out of her chest, one that is so similar to Konstantin’s, more of a bark than a chuckle.
“Oh have you now, Eve?” She takes her sweet time pronouncing every syllable of her name, savoring the taste of it in her mouth.
Without giving her any time to reply, she rapidly closes the distance between them and her knuckles graze Eve’s chin before her hands make their way to the thick storm of hair, and she pulls. A tiny gasp escapes Eve’s mouth, but yet she does not back away and Villanelle’s smile grows even wickeder.
Their lips meet, no crash , and Villanelle can feel every last bit of evil leave her body. If a Christian is what Eve wants, a Christian she will be. She will repent every single sin she ever committed, only for this moment to last forever.
But it doesn’t. Eve quickly pulls away, shoving Villanelle at least at an arm’s length, but the distance feels oh, so much greater. Villanelle chases after her, ready to steal another kiss but Eve steps back. She considers Villanelle for a moment before turning on her heel. “Get me to Hélène.” And she is out of the door.
Back to the game of cat and mouse they go.