“Religion?” I asked more firmly. Patch dragged a hand thoughtfully along the line of his jaw. “Not religion . . . cult.” “You belong to a cult?” I realized too late that while I sounded surprised, I shouldn’t have. “As it turns out, I’m in need of a healthy female sacrifice. I’d planned on luring her into trusting me first, but if you’re ready now . . .” Any smile left on my face slid away. “You’re not impressing me.” “I haven’t started trying yet.”
