“Why would Jerry need an apple for this?”
“Maybe he isn't as strong as we think.”
“Honestly, I didn't think he was all that powerful.”
“Whatever the case, this confirms that he still has some apples left.”
I grunted, then asked, “How did you learn about this?”
“Ty told me while I was checking on Moonshine. Come on, let's go home. We need to tell the others.”
We traced back to Pride Palace right from the Chapel of the Pieta and found everyone waiting for us on the veranda.
I walked out and announced, “We've got a problem.”
“Another one?” Viper asked.
“Technically it's the same problem but a new twist,” Trevor said. “Jerry is performing miracles.”
Re blinked slowly. “I'm sorry, what?”
“You heard me. Jerry is performing miracles. Shit like blood-weeping Madonna statues.”
“The singer?” Viper asked.
“No, the religious icon. The human woman who the myths say gave birth to Jesus,” Trevor said.
“I thought that woman's name was Mary?”
I snorted a laugh.
“Madonna is from Italian vords for my lady—ma donna. It's a title, not a name,” Kirill said. “Like Tima.”
“Is that it?” I asked. “Huh, I had no idea.”
“Vell, you're a vitch. It's not your area of expertise.”
“She's a what?” Viper asked, his snake eyes twinkling.
“A vitch.”
“A what?”
“I vill hurt you, snake man.”
“Don't tease Kirill's accent,” I said to Viper. “I find it incredibly sexy.”
“Then you must find Dracula sexy.”
“I do not have a Transylvanian accent,” Kirill said.
“Oh yeah? Say 'I want to suck your blood.'”
“Nyet.”
“I rest my case.”
“Is different. My W's sound like Vs but Transylvanian accent is other vay around.”
