Chapter Thirty-Four
AudenHer eyes are glassy and staring at nothing, her red-stained hands limp on the petals covering the ground. Her lips are parted in the small, slack yawn of death.
Becket was the closest when she fell, and so he has her in his arms already, he’s standing as I’m shoving myself past the corner of the altar with St. Sebastian on my heels. He’s cradling her in his arms. Right in front of the door.
Our eyes meet, and suddenly I know. I know what he’s about to do.
“Just like the sisters,” he says to me.
“No!” St. Sebastian shouts, but it’s too late, Becket has stepped through, is setting Poe down on the ground on the other side. He kneels next to her and brushes her hair away from her face.
Becket’s gaze finds mine again, across the threshold of the door. “Join
