Chapter

Twenty-One

Asher

My steps were slow and measured as I trailed down the hallway to Father Sylvester’s office. Unfortunately, slow steps or no, there was no getting around what waited for me behind his closed door. If our sessions together were any indication, this was going to be a barrel of laughs.

I reached the door too soon, my hand poised to knock when his voice came from behind me, his breath tickling the little hairs on the back of my neck.

“You’re late, Miss Callaway. Not a good way to start out our evening. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Shame washed over my cheeks as...