Page 63 of Their Will be Done

My timing was off. Instead of the five to seven minutes I’d thought it would take Gabriel to make his way down to the classroom. He gets here in three minutes.

Threefucking minutes.

Did he run track or some shit?

I think I’m hearing things when his shoes thump up the stairs. I barely get to the other end of the hall before he clears the stairs. My heart beats so loud in my chest, I’m shocked Gabriel doesn’t first stop to investigate the sound.

He races down the passage, a dark shape against the shadows. I’ve left the lights off to make it seem no one’s been here yet except Cass.

Hopefully, Cass heard him coming.

Muffled voices reach me. I make my way down the stairs, race across the downstairs hall, and then come up the other side where Gabriel entered.

By the time I skid to a halt outside class 2C, I’m panting.

I flick on the light, flooding the classroom white.

Gabriel is on the floor. The chair Cass had been standing on lies on its back a yard or so away.

“Father?”

Gabriel shifts at the sound of my voice, but he doesn’t look up. My chest is so tight, I can barely breathe. I like to think that I’m intelligent and cautious, but I just realized I’m an impulsive fucking idiot.

Cass isn’t moving.

With the lights on, the ligature marks around his neck are too bright, too red, too fucking real.

“Did you call Timothy?”

Of course I hadn’t. Cass was supposed to tip over the chairasGabriel walked in. He’d be hanging for seconds before Gabriel brought him down.

Unless he slipped.

Unless he actually did break his fucking neck.

Unless the sick fuck let him choke to death as he watched, because he’s known all along about us, known we were watching, and he was waiting for just the right moment, the perfect opportunity to—

“Brother Zachary!”

I flinch, tearing my eyes from Cass’s slack face.

“Call Timothy.” Gabriel doesn’t shout. In fact, he sounds calm as fuck.

My fingers are numb as I slide my phone from my pocket. I make the call, and speak the words, but it’s as if it’s all happening to someone else.

Gabriel lays Cass on the floor and starts doing CPR. When he presses his mouth to Cass’s, something inside me snaps.

“Don’t!” I snarl, falling to my knees beside Cass’s limp body. I shove Gabriel away, dimly aware that I’m doing this all wrong,sofucking wrong, but I can’t stop.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

I close my mouth over Cass’s and breathe into him, feeling his chest rise under my palm.

Once. Twice.

Start compressions.

Ten.

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