The Abbess started to laugh. And a gun went off, but it wasn’t hers. The bullet hit her just under the ribcage. Two more shots finished her off, one each from Tom the Rhymer and Ognena Maria, head and heart. The Abbess collapsed into the red velvet, dead. I took in a deep, gulping breath. Blood seeped from the hole in the Abbess’s temple. Nick’s knuckles were white on the pistol.
