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“She didn’t eat much,” Lars says.
“Have the red velvet tart delivered. No one can resist that.”
“You think you should be visiting her at this hour?” Lars sounds concerned.
“We can always send a bigger offering if you think my behavior warrants it.”
When I arrive at the Mary suite, a member of the kitchen staff pulls up with a tray.
“I'll take this off your hands,” I say.
“Yes, Father.” The young boy nods diffidently.
I’ve seen this one only once or twice. There’s something odd about him that I can’t quite put my finger on, but it’s not something I care enough about to explore. There are many who have secrets at the Chapel. As long as I can count on their loyalty, they are free to keep their demons to themselves.
I knock once and let myself in. Angel is lying on the bed enveloped in a big white robe with a towel wrapped around her head. My body tightens at the thought of her naked and wet, her body slick with soap. The tray almost slips out of my hands. Angel lets out a yelp and throws a cover over her lower half.
“Do you think it’s right for you to just barge in like that?” she says in a hostile tone.
“Yes,” I say, setting the tray on the table that’s situated in front of the balcony doors. “Are you enjoying your accommodations?”
“You know it’s illegal to keep people locked up.”
I tug the curtains aside so that the fading sun casts golden beams into the room. “Yes.”
“How can you be a man of God and do illegal things? That doesn’t make sense.”
I take a seat and gesture for her to come join me. “Come here, and I’ll answer every question you have of me.”
She sits up and pins me with a narrow, suspicious stare. “Every question?”
“Every single one.”
CHAPTER4
ANGEL
I’m notsure where I want to begin. I have so many questions for this man, but I almost don’t want to give him the satisfaction of asking them. For all I know, he could feed me lies while manipulating me to share my own identity.
Then again, what he is feeding me now is the best food I’ve ever eaten in my life. I’m not so sure how quickly I want to escape anymore. I had a hot shower for the first time in months.
I know my curiosity will get the best of me in the end because I want to know more about this handsome, mysterious man. He also might know what is happening to Laurel. Right now, he’s my best source of information on her.
I’m really in no rush to go anywhere now. While I might be here against my will, the accommodations are way more bougie than I’m used to. This place sure beats jumping from shelter to shelter every other week. You’re only allowed to stay for so long at each. I now thankfully have them on a rotation system that I set up to hop from one to another.
“What kind of dessert is this?” I ask, deciding I should start small, break down some of his walls so he might relax and trust me more. I’m sure he is trying to do the same. Will he get me to confess all my sins? Isn’t that what he’s supposed to do?
I watch as a small smirk crosses his handsome face. I mean, I can’t help but notice how the man looks. I’m pretty sure that’s gotta be some sort of sin, but luckily for me, I’m not a believer of those types of things.
How could I be with the life I’ve been dealt? Parents who didn’t want me, shuffled from foster home to foster home until I was old enough to get out. Then again, I’ve been one of the lucky ones compared to others in the system. I got away without any real harm getting to me. Then I go and let myself jump right into a giant pile of it.
“I said come here and I’ll answer your questions.” I shuffle to the side of the bed. It makes my robe ride up. I catch his eyes lingering there for a moment before he makes himself look away. I pull the towel from my hair, giving it one last dry before I toss it back onto the bed and go to him. “It’s a red velvet tart,” he says when I sit down on the bench in front of the window. The sun slowly disappears. In my experience, I know that’s when darkness always comes out to play.
“You drugged it? Then you can have your way with me.” His mouth forms a line. I notice he does that when he wants to mask whatever emotion might try to show on his face.
“Is that why you barely ate your dinner?”
“No,” I answer honestly.
