Secrets And Sins Part 3: Happy ever after

Chapter 66

~Beatrice~

The holding cell was surprisingly spacious, not that Beatrice would have cared about something more claustrophobic, she didn't care about anything anymore. Ava was safe, their angel problem had been more or less solved, all she could do now was wait to see what lay in store for her.

Beatrice idly wondered what the next steps would be. Would there be a trial? There probably would, though she doubted it mattered; it would just be for appearance's sake. The Church was so powerful it would be easy to stack a jury with sympathizers and pay off or blackmail a judge.

She was pretty sure she was fucked. The Church hated her; hated all of them, really. The constant defiance of their authority had definitely not gone unnoticed. Beatrice wouldn't be surprised if they disappeared her to some faraway prison in the middle of nowhere to live out the rest of her life in the dark.

A lump formed in her throat, she just wished she'd gotten the chance to marry Ava.

The look on Ava's face as Beatrice had been dragged away haunted her. She had been furious, yet determined, and that worried Beatrice. Ava had proven herself time and time again that she could be unpredictable, especially when they were apart. Beatrice could only hope that Halo would be able to keep her balanced.

She tipped her head back against the wall and shut her eyes, beyond glad the Swiss guard had re-handcuffed her wrists in front of her before locking her away. The feeling of divinium against her skin was bad enough without the uncomfortable pull on her shoulders from having her hands stuck behind her back.

The door opened suddenly, and Beatrice jerked upright to see the same officer that had threatened to shoot Ava marching into the room.

"Get up."

Beatrice tensed as he came to a halt standing intimidatingly over her. "Why?"

"You have a visitor." He replied gruffly, grabbing her by the elbow and dragging her to her feet.

Legs tingling from sitting for so long, Beatrice didn't bother to fight as he escorted her from the cell. Besides, she was curious just who this visitor might be. The officer led her down a long corridor of concrete walls, floors and ceilings; it was like a bunker. Every single door was painted grey, blending them into the concrete surroundings, and every door was exactly the same, giving her no indication of the purpose of this place.

He stopped in front of one just like all the rest and stuck a key in the lock, there was a click, and the officer opened it without one ounce of emotion on his face as he nudged her inside. The door closed behind her as Beatrice took in the room where she found herself. It was as sparse as her own cell, the only furniture in the room was a table with a chair on either side, one already occupied.

"Ah, Ms. Sinclair," the woman smiled warmly at her. "Please sit?" She gestured towards the chair on the opposite side of the table, but Beatrice didn't move.

She scanned the stranger, taking in the crisp teal pantsuit, the expensive heels, the confidence in her perfect posture, and finally the open file in front of her, a picture of Beatrice herself taking up a good quarter of the first page.

"Who are you?" Beatrice asked, still not moving.

If the woman was concerned by Beatrice's standoffishness she didn't show it. "My name is Fiona, but you can call me Fi," she replied, her smile unwavering. "I'm your lawyer. Please take a seat."

She hid her surprise, schooling her expression to keep it carefully blank. Not appearing that much older than Beatrice, the woman seemed young for a lawyer, not that it really mattered, she doubted there was much anyone could do for her now.