Billie.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, maybe I had spoken too much at dinner. Telling them about The Church of The Saved and Brother Joe being assigned as my “new light”… it sounded ridiculous even to my own ears. They probably thought I was crazy, exaggerating, or both.
But no matter what they thought, one thing was certain. I did not want to marry Brother Joe. Just the thought of his clammy hands, overly sweet smile, and the way he always looked at me sent a cold shiver down my spine. I would rather stay here, bound by this pact than go back to that life.
I grabbed my phone, hoping for any kind of distraction, and opened the pact I had signed earlier. I scrolled through it slowly this time, actually reading instead of skimming. My eyes caught on a cla.use I had completely
