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“There is no understanding your betrayal,” he said.

“Please, Alex, I⁠—”

He turned his back on me and faced the mirror. Even with his back turned away, his panic was palpable. I deserved it. Full of guilt, I headed out.

“Wait,” Alex called after me.

“Yes?”

“Perhaps if you reasoned with Father.”

“I don’t know if—” I read the desperation in his face. “I will do what I can.”

“Hey, isn’t it your initiation into the old boys’ club soon?”

“That’s already happened, I⁠—”

“Again, I’m the last to hear,” Alex said. “You may have your secrets, but I too have mine.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

Alex faced the mirror again.

His silence forced my withdrawal.

Chapter Sixteen

ORPHEUS

Crouching low in the shadows, I hid behind the pews, awaiting my chance to either bolt away into the night or down into the basement of the chapel. I observed the two nuns carrying out their work in earnest, both dressed in their long white linen habits. They silently tended to the small church, thus allowing me to listen to their thoughts. I ascertained that sixteen-year-old Martha had recently arrived at the convent. However, it was Catherine who interested me—the woman of Jadeon’s affections.

Easily absorbed with Catherine’s thoughts, I detected she continued to feel a great deal of fondness for Jadeon, thinking about him frequently. Switching my concentration to the youngest nun, I was surprised at how mundane her thoughts were and decided that I would have to leave soon before I collapsed from sheer boredom. Much to my amusement, a rat scuttled close to Martha and her screams disrupted the silence as she leapt onto one of the pews. My boredom subsided.

Catherine did what she could to calm Martha, who though shaken, attempted to recompose herself. Fear struck again as out of the corner of her eye Martha caught sight of me and screamed, pointing in my direction. Catherine turned to see what had distressed the girl.

I stood up.

Catherine gasped.

I stared defiantly, aware that I was still naked from the waist down.

For the young Martha, this was all too much. Jumping down from the pew and almost ripping her sash, she ran from the church, the noise of her wails resonating. Catherine’s glare equaled my own.

“This is a house of God!” Catherine exclaimed, and before she could stop herself her gaze fell directly upon my nakedness. “Sir, I beg you, please cover up. You can see I am a nun.”

I took great pleasure in staring back at her and proceeded to pull the rest of my clothes on, my eyes frequently glancing up at the captivating nun who bravely stood her ground.

“Sir, if you are in need of help, some medicine or food, we can provide such things for you.”

I approached her. She caught her breath. Catherine stepped backward, moving away from me.

I followed.

Catherine banged into the font and froze.

I leaned forward, pressing against her and placed my hand inside the chapel’s font and wet my forefinger. She struggled, but with my weight pressed against her she was powerless. I placed my finger on her full lips and into her mouth and stroked her moist tongue.

Instinctively, Catherine suckled.