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“But if we just told her—”

My hand tightens on the handle, but I force my voice to remain at the same level. “Then what, Reuben? She’lltrustus? Trust requires proof, belief doesn’t. You want her to trust us? I want her to havefaithin us like she should have from the beginning.”

“Blind faith?” he asks.

“Best kind there is.”

He opens his mouth, possibly to carry on arguing, but cuts off when the door opens under my hand. I take a hasty step back so it won’t crash into me, my heart doing acrobatics at the thought of who was about to walk in on Reuben and me.

Apollo’s blond head peeks around the door, his eyes going wide when he sees me, and then wider still when he sees Rube. “Thank fuck I found you,” he says.

“The hell are you doing here?” I whisper furiously.

“It’s important, and you weren’t answering your—”

I grab him by his shirt and drag him inside, closing and locking the door behind him. “Christ, what the fuck has gotten into you two?” I turn on them, but don’t get a word out.

Apollo’s very rarely serious, but right now he could be running for fucking president.

“What?” I bark out.

“I started searching manually through everything Trinity copied. I just found a bunch of emails,” he says, voice wooden. His mouth twitches as he starts nibbling on the inside of his cheek. His eyes flicker to Reuben. “You’re not going to believe this.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Trinity

The church goes quiet when Father Gabriel climbs onto the altar. I’m sitting right by the door of the chapel, hoping I can be the first to get out of here at the end of morning prayers.

I still have no idea what I’m going to do. As much as I want—need—to know what the Brotherhood found, Reuben’s words keep going through my head.

You’re either with us, or you’re against us.

But I can only decide which side I’m on once they tell me what they have on Father Gabriel. They could be bluffing. Trying to get me on their side so they can use me for their own nefarious purposes.

And then there’s the other thing Reuben said. How they’re apackagedeal.

He wasn’t talking about their war, or their oaths, or any of that shit.

He was talking about me and him. Or…I guess…me andthem.

Definitely not the sort of stuff I should be contemplating in a house of worship. I might just catch on fire and I doubt any amount of Holy Water could put me out.

The hall shushes as soon as Father Gabriel walks onto the stage. I study him as circumspectly as possible as he leads us through a prayer. Usually we go through announcements and read a bible verse before ending on the Father’s Prayer and being dismissed. But this morning, everything feels like it’s taking a thousand times longer.

So, like always, I zone out.

And I’m only wrenched back to the here-and-now when everyone inside the hall breaks out into cheers.

My heart pounds in response to the unexpected ruckus as I hurriedly scan the hall to figure out what I’d missed. Some students even have the gall to stand up, but they hurriedly sit when Gabriel lifts his hands to silence the crowd.

“The buses arrive at seven tomorrow morning. Please ensure you are ready to depart so we don’t have any delays.”

I sit back, shoulders sagging in relief. The last I’d heard, the buses taking us to Sisters of Mercy were supposed to arrive on Saturday—now they’d be here tomorrow. Three days early.

But that relief evaporates a second later.

What am I going to do?

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