“Cross,” Seth Horner shouted as the door flew open. “He’s among you, there’s three of them!” A murmur swept around the faceless congregation that now turned toward Seth who was propped against the door. His face streaked with blood. His glasses were gone, and his right eye was swollen shut from where the stock of the Beretta had hit him.
“Masks,” the High Priestess screamed from the centre of the amphitheatre, “get your masks off!”
Mike had the Beretta halfway down the long baggy sleeve of his robe when Seth had burst into the room. He glanced quickly from where he stood at the door to the High Priestess as she screamed for the masks to be removed. The golden dagger was in her hand a hand that was over Ellie’s stomach and ready to begin the sacrifice. At the foot of the altar the shadows
