Dressed in sleek black from head to toe, his tailored shirt and pants cling to a broad, imposing frame. Arms crossed over his chest, he towers above most of the men in the congregation, standing around 6'4. His dark hair, cut into a faded undercut, frames intense hazel eyes that lock onto mine, the green irises almost swallowing me whole. A chill runs through me—lying to Father Kevin is one thing, but I could never deceive this man. Black ink traces up the side of his neck, a silver cross glinting at his throat. Youthful yet hardened, he leans into the doorway, his gaze piercing until I’m
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i want to eat him.
