Sebastian stepped into the chapel, the scent of incense thick in the air. Candlelight flickered, casting long shadows along the stone walls. The sanctity of the place pressed against him—irritating, but nothing he couldn’t ignore.

Then she walked in.

A nun, dressed in crisp black and white, her veil neat, her posture straight. She looked at him once, expression blank, then exhaled through her nose.

“Oh. You must be the demon.”

Sebastian tilted his head, offering a polite bow. ”Sebastian Michaelis, at your service.”

She didn’t bother to hide her disinterest. ”Great. Just don’t touch anything holy and we won’t have to mop up what’s left of you.”

His smirk twitched. ”How considerate.”

She turned sharply, already walking. “You’re here for the mission, not to flirt. Move.”

Sebastian followed, intrigued. ”For a nun, you’re rather—” he let his gaze flick over her, deliberate—“blunt.”

She shot him a look. ”For a butler, you talk too much.”

Amusement flickered in his crimson eyes. Oh, this was going to be fun.