Chapter 42: A Lover's Plea
MINUTES EARLIER
Patch POV
One more standing still holding a sacred chalice, and he’d hurl the thing out of the shrine. The only chalice he wanted to hold was a lot softer than the cup!
THAT chalice, as in Anneliese, couldn’t move. She might be trapped in the forcefield like a butterfly between two panes of glass for days, and the others too.
He could FEEL her. A thousand needles pricking him. Sorrow. Fear. Guilt.
She was being hurt. Maybe not physically, but emotionally.
“How can you let this happen?”
At his outburst, Elder Hebub stopped brushing dirt off the altar and Brother Mendelek paused, a bundle of cloth that looked like moonbeams in his arms.
Elder Hebub was the ultimate cool customer. “I beg your pardon?”
Patch pointed with his free hand. “How can you let them suffer?”
Brother Mendelek spread out the white-and-silver cloth on the altar. “THEY chose to come here. THEY wanted to enter the shrine.”