Thor held Celina by the shoulders. She was in shock—filthy, trembling, her face streaked with tears and muffled sobs. He guided her toward the armored van, pushing through the circle of guards.

“Go to hell, murderer!” someone from the mob screamed.

“That’s nothing compared to what you deserve!” another woman yelled, hurling an egg that splattered across the van’s hood.

“You’ll burn in hell, you filthy adulteress! Women like you should be stoned in the streets, you shameless whore!”

They climbed