Vigga grinned. “I really like the sound of axe-bitch.” “Brother Diaz seems very taken with the bishop,” said Alex, watching him strut off beside her. “Doubt she’ll fuck him,” said Vigga. Balthazar pressed at the bridge of his nose. “Not everything is about fucking.” “’Course not.” Vigga cheerfully sniffed up snot and spat it into the mud. “Only three-quarters of it.”
