Chapter 38
Monastery
Elena walked up the stairs feeling Alex’s eyes burning a hole in her back. She wasn’t sure that he didn’t want a child. In fact, she knew he did. But what had made him seem so adamant, so scared? It almost seemed he knew just being alive was a risk. How could she be in danger anymore? Gregory Balogh was dead, as was his gunmen. She thought for a moment maybe she should have stayed and listened.
Except for a choir of monks who chanted a Gregorian chant for evening vespers from the choir loft, quiet descended over the church. Glowing sunset flowed through the back of the stained-glass young Christ, where he continued to beckon, and this time aimed his grace on the end of a wooden pew. Elena sat far from where a solitary monk prayed.
She huddled into her leather jacke
