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“You fecking bastard. You know as well as I that the bairn could just as easily be mine.”

“Plot twist,” Tor murmured, letting out a low whistle behind me.

I faltered, loosening my grip ever so slightly. It was enough. Father Gallagher snarled and shoved me back hard enough I stumbled.

“Keep your hands off me, lad. I may not look it, but I could snap you in two as easily as a communion wafer.”

My inner monster shifted back to the surface, and I knew Caleb could tell because he stiffened. “Oh, please do try. I’ve been itching for a fight, Father. I would love a reason to rip your spine out through your asshole.”

Tor winced. “I’ve heard about that technique. One of our father’s favorites. I’d love to see it in person.”

“You won’t keep me away from her. I have a duty.” Caleb stood there, casual and relaxed. As though I hadn’t just threatened to turn him into a spineless sack of bones.

“Seems to me you’re alreadyaway. You have no place with her. It can’t be because you’ve chosen it. No one is that stupid. Which means Sunday doesn’t want you. You’re not welcome here. We’ve got it covered.”

He sneered. “She’s not the one who made the choice.”

I shook my head, disgusted with him. “Then you’re a fool, and you don’t deserve her. She was taken from me against my will, and yet here I am, desperate to find a way to get her back while you stand there with her in your reach and choose to remain in the shadows. What a pathetic creature you are, Father Gallagher. No wonder your God has forsaken you.”

I pushed past him and made my way to the door, knowing my brother was right on my heels.

I would not be like Caleb. I would not let this miracle slip through my fingers.

Sunday was my mate. It was time for me to claim what was mine.

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