That was when Violet awoke from her delirium caused by the rapid healing of her bullet wound, too see all the beautiful women around the bar, the dwarves and their precious blood, and the police, stunned by these revelations.
It had been a dream.
But the Monsieur was not.
"It IS all about belief," she said. Glancing quickly at Magdalena and remembering all her lessons about the power of dreaming, and how answers can come in the most seemingly ridiculous moments.
She stood up and she was strong. The only evidence of her bullet wound the jagged hole in her red dress, and the dark stain down her front.
She stepped towards The Monsieur.
"Belief," she said. "You had us believe that you had power over us. But you do not."
"Out of the way, girl!" The Amazon captain growled.
"He is nothing to be afraid of," Violet simply said, and with that, she embraced him as his teeth bit into her neck.