Heart, Haunt, Havoc (The Gideon Testaments, #1)

by Freydís Moon

Bishop adjusted the square reading glasses perched on their handsome, hawkish nose, and nodded curtly.

Why is he wearing reading glasses when he’s not reading

“Man of God,” the spirit croaked, “do you find me wanting?” Colin lifted his free hand and made the sign of the cross in front of its forehead. “I find you damned,” he whispered.

He ignored their prying—rude

“Something like that,” he said. Nothing like that.