The scraping, grating sound of wood-on-wood seemed to reverberate off the brick walls. Reid pushed the entire row of pews towards the front of the space, and out of the way of the hatch. I moved to stand next to a still-stunned Copeland.
“This is f****d,” Reid grumbled, as he brushed past Copeland and I and strode back up to the altar to retrieve all three candlesticks. “We’re fucked.” He handed Copeland a candle, long shadows dancing across both of their faces. “You could just report this to Manon and Tessa. You should just report it.”
Copeland’s expression hardened. “If you don’t want to help me,” he said stubbornly, “stay here.”
Reid handed me a candle and he used his now-free hand to tilt my chin up. He looked me in the eyes and said, “Do not leave my side.”
“I won’t.”
Inwardly, I
