Chapter 5

His book is right where he left it, half shoved beneath the seat so no one will see it. He snatches it up and sticks it with the others in his arms, which he hugs to his chest as he hurries from the church. At the doors to the vestibule he stops and dips his hand into the holy water, which is colder than he thought it would be. He feels it bead on his forehead as he makes the sign of the cross before leaving.

In the vestibule only a few students remain, mostly upperclassmen who don’t have morning classes or who work in the church before lunch. Jacob stares straight ahead to keep from looking at anyone, and he’s almost made it outside when someone steps up beside him. “Hey, there.”

Jacob whirls around and finds himself face to face with Avery, that wicked half-smile on the boy’s lips again. Avery is only a few inches shorter than Jacob. When he looks up at Jacob, light shines deep in those crystalline eyes, making Jacob catch his breath. He’s never seen eyes that pretty, ever.