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“What are you doing?” Morgan pushed past Jake, hands on the metal bars, shaking at the door.
Father Alejandro looked at her, his eyes blazing with anger, all sense of friendliness gone now. “You have brought this on yourselves. You’ll rot down here with the relic you seek.”
As he walked away, his robe shifted, and Morgan caught sight of a cross tattoo with the whirling wind on the back of his neck.
She tugged at the bars, shouting after the monk, her voice echoing down the stone corridor as he turned out of sight. “You can’t leave us. Martin, our archivist, knows we’re here. He’ll send someone.”
The monk’s voice floated back to them. “You left hours ago, I helped as much as I could. You insisted on leaving, last seen headed to the most dangerous area of the city. By the time anyone
