Chapter 16
Judas’s hand gently touched the Bible, his palm slightly lifted so it wouldn’t touch the cross. “There, see?” he said nervously. “Nothing to worry about.”
Before Judas knew what was happening, Father Jon slapped his hand down firmly on Judas’s, forcing him to make full contact.
“Argh!” Judas yelled and yanked his hand away. Holding it up to his chest, he looked down at it and saw a smoking imprint of the cross perfectly burned into his palm. He looked up at Father Jon, his eyes full of anger. “What the hell are you trying to do to me?”
“You were trying to deceive me. Do you think I’m stupid or something? You’re every bit as evil as that devil Lupercus.”
“No, I’m not.”
“There’s the proof right there,” he said, pointing to his hand.
“You don’t understand.” Judas hesitated,
