“‘You knew them.’ “Glancing up, I saw Dior watching me from the back of Chloe’s horse. “‘Those bitches. You knew them.’ “‘We’ve met. Briefly.’ “Bellamy glanced at me sidelong, Père Rafa fixed me with a curious stare. Even Chloe threw me an eyeful on the wrong side of suspicious. ‘Met how?’ “‘I shot one in the back and stole their horse.’ “Dior scoffed. Chloe’s jaw dropped. ‘Gabriel de León, you shot a nun?’ “‘Not to kill. Well … not technically.’
