Page 104 of Their Will be Done

A few minutes into the lesson, a teacher comes to speak to Sister Sharon. She instructs us to read from our textbooks while she’s gone before slipping out of the classroom.

“Morning, slut,” Cass whispers into my ear before the door’s finished swinging closed. “Hear you’ve been sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong again.”

I sit forward, crossing my arms over my chest and pretending to ignore him.

If I can’t find Reuben, then the alternative is asking Zachary or Cass. But screw that, there’s no way I’ll be asking Cass anything.

I’ll find Reuben, even if I spend all day looking.

* * *

ThankGod it doesn’t take me the whole day. A few minutes before lunch I pass the little prayer room. The hall is empty, so on impulse, I decide to slip inside and check for Reuben.

He’s kneeling on one of the cushions, head bowed, hands meshed in prayer.

“Hey,” I call out, and then do a double take.

Is that the same pillow—?

Nope.Push that thought right out of your mind, Trinity.

Walking closer, I brush my collarbones. Is it weird that I miss his rosary? I’d gotten into the habit of toying with it—I had to go back to playing with my hair instead.

I stand for a minute or so behind him, but he doesn’t acknowledge my presence. If my business with him hadn’t been so urgent, I’d have taken the hint and left.

But I have to know what they found. If they have actual evidence against Gabriel…

I go to kneel beside him, grabbing another cushion for my knees. I glance at him and then mimic his pose.

And I manage to stay that way for a whole ten seconds before my patience runs out.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you—”

“Then don’t,” Reuben says.

Wow. Cranky much? I shift on the cushion, glancing at him again.

His red rosary is tangled in his fingers, the crucifix dangling down between his wrists.

I have to get him to talk to me. If not him, then who? Zachary? Cass?

I’d rather poke a fork in my eye.

“I’m sorry about…the other night.”

“Which one?”

At first I think he’s playing it cool. He’d have to be, pretending my rejection didn’t affect him.

But what if it trulydidn’t? What if he’s moved on? Apollo said they all had complicated relationships with, well, relationships in general. Sex was even more complicated.

“I was upset, okay?”

Reuben stays silent.

“After what Cass did—”

“What’s this got to do with him?” Reuben asks, finally straightening and turning to look at me.

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