“They believe something is wrong with me. That I carry an evil inside of me.” His stillness turned to pacing, and he rubbed the back of his neck in a way that sent a nagging sense of uneasiness into her bones. “If I were you, they would have burned me at the stake, like your mother.” Halting mid-step, he shook his head, his behavior erratic and worrisome, but she remained quiet, observant. “My apologies. Forgive me for saying that. I meant only to say that, because I carry the prominence of title and name, they carry out their tortures in a far more clandestine way. Under the guise of exorcism
