Baron's POV

The corridor was quiet as I walked, except for the echo of my own footsteps and my heartbeat as it roared in my ears.

Midnight had come and gone. I should have been in my room, praying for forgiveness, pretending the afternoon never happened. 

Instead I was here, outside Father Michael’s private office.

I knew I shouldn't be here. 

I knew it was wrong on so many levels, that it couldn't even be quantified.

He’d warned us.  

No next time. No speaking of it. Ever. 

 

Break the rule and he’d destroy us… Our careers, reputations, everything.  

He’d meant it. I knew he meant it.

And I pushed the...