He waited on the bench, the picture of calm.
Or should I say It.
I stumbled back into the shadows, too aware of my jealousy. I hadn't the heart to tell Abby of the Society's strong demands to see her, of my postponements for the past few meetings with them when I showed up alone. She seemed so...down. I shouldn't have cared, but I did. Too much.
When she cleared the church doors, her gaze fell upon him - I mean - It, and she was hopeless. She'd say, "Father Quanon, excuse me a moment," if I walked up to her now. Then I'd become like vapor to her, forgotten. He - It held her captive. But the look on her face showed something that couldn't be broken with my best chants or scriptures. The look of love.
So I slipped away to the meeting, alone. Again . Perhaps another postponement could be arranged. At least I hoped so until I noticed two chairs, my empty one and one filled by a familiar figure, someone I'd lost a number of survivors to.
He pasted a lopsided grin on his face. My stomach roiled. If he was here, that meant only one thing. A deal was made. There will need to be a sacrifice.****
Um...okay...so how is it Drakar is sitting there with the Society anyway? What's this deal? If I had fingernails I'd bite them :-)