Chapter Thirteen
“I’ll take that scroll, if you don’t mind,” Father Gerard said.
“You’re one of the bad guys?” Loren huffed. “How come I always fall for the villains?”
Her eyes connected with Gawain. She did a quick glance up and down his rock-hard body. Then she shrugged as though in acceptance of her perpetual plight.
“I’m not the bad guy, angel,” Father Gerard said. He held a torch to light the way. “Magic, be it encased in an idol object or the veins of a human, is a scourge.”
“Oh.” Loren quirked her lip in a smirk. “I should probably tell you. I’m no angel. My mother was a witch.”
Father Gerard didn’t blink. He didn’t narrow his eyes. His pupils didn’t dilate as he looked at her with fresh eyes. Still, the light that had been in his eyes every time he’d glanced at Loren on the y
