“... God.” He trembled as he looked at Kara; to Christians, she would be their eternal Supreme Being.
Kara blinked.
She didn’t know if Chris was responding to her question, or just saying it after being subjected to her “torture” and was begging to escape.
She reached out to Chris. Her target was the delicate silver cross hanging on his neck - it was the symbol of his faith, something that could not be touched by others.
Kara was prepared to be slapped away by a furious Chris, but to her surprise, the pain didn’t come. Instead, he perked up, raising his head to reveal his delicate throat and the cross to Kara.
Kara narrowed her eyes and gently raised the little cross. Since it was always worn next to him, it didn’t feel cool as metals normally did. Rather, it was war
