Page 138 of Their Will be Done

Inches shorter than the boy to her left and the boy on her right.

A young, pretty Monica Stevens.

My mother.

So petite looking there between Gabriel and Keith.

“Do you know why you were special, Trinity?”

A tear breaks free when my eyes shift so I can look at Gabriel. Again, premonition fills me with a cold, frigid dread.

Don’t say it.

Don’t say it.

DON’T SAY IT!

But he does.

“Because you’re mine,” he whispers. His grip on my jaw tightens. “And I wouldn’t let her.”

To Be Continued…

The story continues in Deliver Us From Evil.