Page 4 of Their Will be Done

There’s a sickly pot plant in one corner, and another steel doorway opposite. Someone left their boots next to that door.

“Where does that go?” I ask, digging the edge of the tray into my stomach and trying not to look like a complete idiot.

“You don’t have to wear your uniform on weekends,” Apollo says, his back to me as he pulls out a packet of cigarettes and lights one. I look down at myself, close my eyes, and curse inwardly.

That’s what was different about the boys. They were wearing normal clothes, not their usual drab brown.

Is that what Jasper was trying to tell me?

Iaman idiot.

“Still have to get used to things around here,” I murmur, heading for the table so I can put my tray down.

“Why bother? Not like you’re going to be here much longer.”

My tray clatters onto the table. I turn to Apollo, mouth gaping. “What do you mean?”

He points to one of the stools. “Sit. Eat.”

“No.” I cross my arms over my chest. “Tell me what that’s supposed to mean.”

Instead, he smokes his cigarette and stares at me through a gap in his blond hair. Did he wash it? I bethehas his own bathroom. “Sit.”

I sink down, wincing when the icy concrete touches the back of my thighs.

“Eat.”

Glaring at him doesn’t work, so I let out a huge sigh and tear the plastic wrap from my tray.

Someone cut my toast into the shape of a heart. I look up at Apollo, deadpan.

He grins with one side of his mouth, blowing cigarette smoke my way as he drags his hair out of his face. “For the shit food I made you yesterday,” he says.

I grab a piece of toast and start nibbling on it. “Please tell me what you meant.” Maybe good manners will help me get through to this guy because being rude sure as hell didn’t.

He puts his foot on the stool opposite mine, the table now between us. Taking another drag of his smoke, he leans his elbows on his raised knee, studying me for a few seconds before speaking.

He holds up two fingers. “We got two scenarios here.”

I frown at him.

“First…we’re right, you’re wrong.” He shrugs. “When it all comes to light, shit’s going to go down. Big time. This place—” he flicks his fingers up, taking in Saint Amos towering above us on all sides “—will probably get shut down. Feds would ransack it. Everyone gets arrested. Etcetera, etcetera.”

A chill shivers down my spine. I’m so convinced they’re wrong about Father Gabriel I never even considered what would happen if, by some slight chance, they turned out to be right. I couldn’t stay here. I’d be back in foster care until…when? I’m finished school? Then what?

Lord, but it’s difficult to keep eye contact with Apollo. Paired against Zach and Reuben and Cassius, he seemed almost forgettable. But with his hair out of his face, his high, sharp cheekbones are more distinct. And his mouth? It’s impossible not to watch him every time he takes a drag of his cigarette.

Eyes, Trinity. Eyes!

My gaze snaps back to his eyes. The crinkle in the corner of each tells me he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

My cheeks grow warm.

“And what if I’m right?” I blurt out before biting off another mouthful of toast.

Apollo tilts his head, and his hair slides back into his face. “Even if it’s not Gabriel, Gabriel knows who it is.” He shrugs, drags at his cigarette, and walks around the table to me. “And you’d probably go running your mouth if you think we’d hurt him, so…we’d have to make sure you didn’t do anything like that.”

I’m so shocked at what he’s insinuating. I don’t move when he brushes his fingertips down my jaw. “I wouldn’t do that,” I whisper.

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