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His head rolled backwards, as did his eyes…until he was out and I lifted my head to the carnage. Flames from the broken candles grew bolder, eating away the corner of the cloth. I heaved Thomas upwards, dragged him over to the destruction, and slammed his body down on top of the fire…snuffing the flickers out instantly.
A low, throaty sound shattered the silence.
Shadows shifted behind me, drawing my gaze.
I swung around and found a woman standing at the edge of the pews…watching me. Not just any woman…her…Helene King.
“One way to put out a fire, I guess,” she murmured, unfazed by what she was seeing.
I dropped The Priest.
“Uh-uh.” She shook her head and lifted the gun in her hand. “I’m not here to fight with you, London.”
I didn’t care what she said. The fact she was here was more than telling. “Really?”
“I’m here to offer…my support.” She glanced at I Priest.
“Fuck your support.” I surged forward. “Give me King!”
She stepped backwards, but there was no fear in her eyes. Just pure determination as she aimed the gun at the center of my chest. She’d do it, too. She’d pull the trigger. That stopped me.
“My father isn’t who you need right now. Focus on your family, London, and I’ll focus on mine.” She eased her grip around the gun, handing me a card instead.
I took a tentative step forward, finding an address scribbled on Kane Cruz’s business card. “What the fuck is this?”
“You wanted to find The Teacher, there he is.”
I lifted my focus. “Why are you helping me?”
She turned to The Priest once more. “Let’s just say, if we don’t find your son, Hale, and the rest of the splintered Order, we have option B. One I’m hoping we don’t have to use.”
“Option B?” I shook my head, glancing at the card then back to her. “What fucking option B?”
But she was already stepping backwards, sinking back into the shadows and not giving me her back until she was sure I wasn’t following.
“What option B!” I barked.
The Priest behind me gave a moan and mumbled, “What?”
I spun around, finding him trying to push up from the floor. Fuck, his face was a mess. I clenched my bloodied knuckles, my gut clenching with what I’d done. Jesus. Revulsion gripped me as I reached into my pocket and pulled my phone free.
I swiped my thumb across the screen, leaving a bloody smear in its wake as I pressed Harper’s number.
“Yeah?” he answered instantly, sounding tired.
“The church on the corner of Heist Street and Malibu…Thomas Cruz is waiting.”
“The fucking Priest?” He sounded awake now.
“Yeah.” I lowered my head to the card in my hand. “If Riven doesn’t want to answer my goddamn messages, then the Therapist will be joining him.”
“You don’t know what you’re doing.” The Priest tried again to push up from where he lay.
“Oh, I think I have a very good idea,” I answered.
“I’ll be there in five,” Harper said.
“We’ll be waiting,” I added before I hung up.
