I had lost my soul.

Midnight Mass. The chapel was dimly lit with candles, filled with two dozen sisters kneeling in silent prayer. The scent of incense hung heavy in the air. I stood at the back in my habit, thighs already slick, knowing what was coming.

Father Dominic began the service from the main altar, his voice deep and commanding as he led the Latin prayers. Our eyes met across the chapel. He gave the slightest nod.

My heart hammered as I slipped into the side alcove behind the altar, hidden from most of the sisters but still dangerously exposed. One wrong moan and we would both be ruined....