“Stefan! Where’s Jacov?” “Well, he’s not with me!” Stefan shouted, straightening up and laughing more. “But he’s here all right!” Buck’s heart sank. He knew Jacov had been sincere in his conversion, and God had proved it with the seal on his forehead. How could Jacov desecrate his own salvation this way? Had his brush with the GC been more gruesome than Buck could imagine?
