Audrey didn’t know for sure. She only knew she needed to show Michael that her anger was a thing of the past, and that she wanted him with her no matter what happened.
His hand closed on her breast, and she released a soft moan, body already anticipating what was going to come next. But then she heard an odd scraping sound and she opened her eyes, realizing that the cross on the wall had moved, was now hanging upside down.
No, it wasn’t simply upside down — it was swinging back and forth against the wall, almost like the pendulum of a clock.
She lifted her mouth from Michael’s, then whispered urgently, “Michael!”
He blinked at her, obviously confused. Understandable, since his back was to the wall where the cross hung, and therefore he couldn’t see what was happening.
“The cross,” she
