Vienna turned to find Damien staring again, that same enigmatic expression on his face. "What is it?" she asked.
He motioned toward the interior of the church. "What do you think?" His voice was low and husky.
She blinked seeing the church. It was simple but bright and beautiful. The pews were natural dark wood, notched and dented from years of use. The altar was plain, with a wooden platform before the stone wall, which was adorned with a small cross. But the stained-glass artwork that decorated the walls was intricate and beautiful. Each pane depicted different saints and scenes she recognized from the Bible. Despite its age, the whole interior of the church was light and airy, thanks to the many ornamented windows that lined the walls.
"It is lovely," she said. But she felt her breat
