Due to his rage, the scar on Winston’s face throbbed alongside his temples, making him a scary sight to behold.

Irina, however, wasn’t the least bit scared of him. She placed a chilly hand on the back of Winston’s large one and lightly patted it twice. She said gently, “The wages of sin is death, and the heavens are looking. Even if we’re unable to deal with him, he won’t come to a good end.”

Despite clearly having won his spouse’s heart, Saint Zachary had brutally killed off all her other lovers. That he was in this state was his own doing. What was this if not karma?

Irina was...