“Sure.”
I pass the photos back to Seraphina, my fingers brushing hers for just a second longer than necessary.
“I’ll be right back,” I murmur.
I turn, following Chace.
We don’t go far.
Still within sight.
Chace waits until we’re out of immediate earshot before he speaks.
“You’re not going to like this.”
If bro gives me the you’re not ready speech, I’m actually going to be pissed. No shit I’m not ready. Nobody is fucking ready.
He pulls his phone from his pocket.
Don’t be the picture of the fuzzy bowling ball… don’t talk about watermelons…
He taps the screen.
Turns it toward me.
The video is already playing.
Gideon fills the frame.
Ceremonial robes.
Ah, this is about a different kind of cunt.
His hair is slicked back, his posture composed.
“The Lord speaks of family…” His voice is smooth. “Of sacred bonds… of those who stray from His light…”
The cadence is deliberate.
Hypnotic.
Like one of those YouTube Kinder Egg opening videos.
“For what God has joined, let no man put asunder.”
Oh, my fucking God, you waffly cunt. Get to the end, or summarize for me…
My hands curl into fists at my sides.
“The lost lamb will always be called home.”
The camera shifts slightly.
Then back to him.
“Today…” A small, serene smile touches his lips. “I welcome two new members into our family.”
Two figures step into frame.
