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only intensifying the panic.
    “Please,” she pleaded with the woman on a sob. “He’s come for me. He is here. Oh, God, I thought I was safe. Oh, my God.”
    Elizabeth scrubbed a hand over her face. She shook her head, attempting to clear the foggy thoughts that collided together.
    Satan.
    Here.
    Not safe.
    Must run.
    She rounded on the woman and shoved the sister against the stone walls. The beautiful face looked back at her with wide, frightened eyes.
    “Of all the blessed beings, Ms. Cromwell, please, you must calm. I cannot help you if you do not calm for me.”
    Trying to make a firm attempt at calming her frayed nerves, Elizabeth pressed her palm against her stomach. Now that she had time to reflect on the moment, her swollen sex seemed to itch and she pressed her legs together tight. She felt bile rise to the surface and she heaved as she bent at the waist and let out the contents of her stomach in the corner of the convent hallway. A pink blush flushed her facial features as she turned back to the pretty Mother Superior.
    They are all good looking. Every single fucking one of them look like fucking models.
    Something isn’t right here.
    The sister reached for her again.
    She jerked her hand away.
    “Don’t touch me,” Elizabeth hissed.
    Theresa righted her posture and gazed down at Elizabeth with a scolding expression.
    “Really, child, all in a huff, vomiting in the halls, sweat all over your body—I need you to tell me what has happened.”
    “Satan, the man, the one you are supposed to be keeping me safe from? He’s here. He has come for me!”
    Elizabeth, trying to display a sudden posture of bravery she didn’t quite feel, moved in on the sister.
    “How is that even possible? This is supposed to be a house of God. How the hell did he get in here?”
    “Language, Ms. Cromwell!” Theresa scolded. “You watch your mouth in these halls. Now, if you would calm down and come with me, I will show you that nothing is amiss in this house of God.”
    The panic started to return. Elizabeth’s anxiety spiked and she felt a very raw survival instinct that sank all the way down to her toes. The arousal all but forgotten, she was ready to fight now. She would fight. For every woman that wasn’t strong enough before—she wouldn’t be taken and she would end this bullshit.
    “NO! I will not go back in there. The priest and the other sister were─” She paused. Elizabeth brushed her sweaty palms over her jeans and felt the heat rise to her cheeks once more. “They were fornicating in your oh-so-Godly house. Explain that to me, SISTER!”
    She inflected the last word. The mother superior didn’t startle once at her admission.
    How—odd.
    Elizabeth started to go on high alert. Why wouldn’t something like people fucking in the church startle a damned woman of the cloth?
    She felt those strong fingers digging into her upper arms. A whimper escaped as she tried to pull away, but the oddly iron grip kept her in place.
    “Look at me now, young lady,” Theresa demanded.
    Startled by the motherly demand, she pinned her gaze with the mother superior’s. The woman gave her a hard shake as she started to explain.
    “The devil can corrupt your mind no matter where you rest. This was his way of trying to draw you out into the world where his minions play without boundaries. Any one of them could be lying in wait to grab you and bring you to him. If you leave─” Theresa paused. She released Elizabeth’s arms and took a step back, smoothing her hand down the front of her habit. “Then he will win and you will be lost to the world forever.”
    Elizabeth pressed her fingers to her forehead and let out a sound of frustration. It made so much sense and yet none at all.
    You can’t trust anyone, not even the sisters. They can be corrupted just as easy as anyone on the street. After all, they are only human.
    The wise words of Jared came at her.
    She was playing a horrible game. A game that if she lost she was so