CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
HIGH ABOVE JACK'S HEAD, a raucous timbre of rain fell against the stained-glass windows. There was little morning light at this time of year, and even less with the blanket of clouds, so the Sanctuary was a deep ocean blue. Over the sound of the rainfall, Jack caught the soft padding of stocking feet across the floor, followed by the thumping of a pair of shod, heavy human feet. From his shadowed perch, he saw Mina's head appear as she glanced into the narthex, though it was clear she was distracted and didn't see him. His eyebrows pulled together. Strange she doesn't seem to hear me with her odd senses.
He closed the book he'd been reading, the philosophizing on finding serenity no longer holding his interest. Mina stepped into the space, followed by Brett, his hand on
