s'

er candles. I hate it. I hate everything about this place, and I'm sure it's only

ubbing some nasty pan that I wouldn't touch

hiest people in the country, and this is how I'm spending my day? Scrubbing pan

out that last part. I

before I even look up, I know ex

ng my every move. And trust me, it's not because he's here to save me. Oh no, it's

him. I just toss a filthy plate into the sink like I don't

r than a thousand suns. His presence is suffocating, like it's pressing down on my ch

oo good for this place, like he's too good for m

with a little more force than necessary. "This is a joke, right? Am I supposed t

s forward, I don't even flinch. I know what's coming. He'll lecture me. He'll try to tell me wh

ke the warning of a predator. "Your actions may be sharper tha

behind this attitud

's not like you can stop me. You've been trying for what? A week? And guess wha

ding back a response, but inste

g down my neck, how his presence is so loud I can't think straight. Why is he making

. He just looks at me, like he's trying to figure me out

his voice a command. "We're going to the

ing my arms. "Say some prayers and conf

ger flicker in his eyes. But he doesn't yell at me. He

iving me some kind of twisted amusement. This little game of hi

he convent, and the smell of incense stings

no one ever comes here. Like it's only for show. I mean, who

I look at it like it's some kind of trap. He's

?" he asks, his voice so shar

ly what it's for." I step closer to the booth, leani

s, right? But guess what, Father? I don't have any secre

with that same damn serious expression. I could punch him in

've done?" His voice is low and dark, like a warning that carries

I can take, Eris. And

ping with malice. "Then

ooth like he's trying to keep himself from doing something h

tati

n men before, and trust m

d practically taste him. "You're right, Father. I'm a devil in disguise