But now the path forward isn’t so clear anymore. All I really know is that I can’t watch Gael do things to Kate either. Butwhere does that leave me and my plan to bring justice to Gael? I’m not a killer.
Too many problems, not enough solutions.
In the end I got up and took a long shower, kind of sorry to be washing away all traces of Nico’s kisses and my orgasm. But a decision needs to be made today.
Zane and Nico are both sitting by the small table in the window when I come out of the bathroom.
“Good morning,” Nico says, a wide smile painted across his face.
My face heats up and I know I’m blushing like crazy as I look away, while wishing him a good morning too. But I can’t fight a wide smile of my own either.
“I’m gonna get us some coffee and breakfast,” Nico says, stands up and heads for the door. “Then we’ll talk.”
I catch his arm as he passes me. It’s not a firm grip, but he stops dead in his tracks regardless.
“We’ll do that later,” I say. “First we talk.”
Because I’ve made my decision and every minute that passes might have me changing my mind again. I don’t want to risk that.
Nico sits back down in his chair and Zane is looking at me expectantly. I balance against the edge of the bed, because I might need some extra support for what I’m about to say.
“I think Nico is right,” I say. “There’s no need to watch another girl get molested to get justice for the priest.”
Nico claps his hands and stands up. “Good. Good decision.”
Zane grunts something which I’m pretty sure is the same kind of agreement.
“But I don’t think anyone should risk their immortal soul killing this guy without due process,” I add.
Nico sits back down, shocked disappointment on his face and Zane looks very confused.
“My immortal soul is already doomed to an eternity in hell,” Zane says. “This won’t make much of a dent.”
Nico nods. “The same goes for me too. We can do this. You can stay out of it.”
The look that passes between them is pure agreement.
I clear my throat. “I don’t think I was clear… what I meant was that I don’t think anyone should risk anything to get rid of this guy. It’s not just hell we’re risking, it’s also jail time. If he just turns up dead and we’re the only strangers in this town, who do you think they’ll blame? He’s not worth it.”
I watch their faces, seeing what I said sink in. Nico is nodding slightly, Zane doesn’t look convinced I’m right.
“And I won’t have anyone else doing my dirty work,” I add. “The priest is my problem to solve.”
“So what’s your suggestion for solving it?” Nico asks.
I shrug. “That’s where I need you guys. I don’t know. Maybe we get him to confess, on tape, or in front of the whole town. Something like that?”
Nico grimaces and Zane winces.
“Torturing a priest?” Zane asks. “That’s almost as bad as killing him.”
“And even with a confession he might walk,” Nico adds. “I say we lure him somewhere and make it look like an accident.”
I shake my head and stand up. “No. I’ll confront him first, tell him to turn himself in peacefully. Say we know what he is and what he does. Give him a chance to give himself up peacefully.”
My heart is racing in my throat, oxygen doesn’t seem to be reaching my brain from my lungs, so I have no idea how my voice can be so level and firm.
“You mean you’ll reveal yourself to him? Tell him who you are?” Nico asks, sounding like he thinks it’s the worst idea he’s ever heard. But the concern in his voice is comforting too.
