Chapter 37
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Lost in thought, Father Jon was eating when a sound stilled his hands and his head turned quickly. His suspicious gaze scanned the dark cellar, darting from one pool of darkness to another. Suddenly his searching gaze stopped at two feral green eyes glowing from within a shadow. His nervous hands dropped the silverware onto his plate, and he quickly scooted behind the cement block to peer out fearfully. “Who are you?” he whispered, his soft, gravelly voice rumbling through the cavernous old chamber.
“I’m hungry,” the stranger said, “do you have enough for two?”