Luke walked through the long shadow of the church on the courtyard towards Herald Thomas's cottage, resenting his body's automatic instinct to be afraid of the Herald. He fabricated a story in his mind of what he could've been doing the night before that placed him far, far away from Abel and Damon, and rehearsed it under his breath again and again until he reached the Herald's porch.
He knocked, and the door swung open less than a second later.
"Come with me, Luke," Herald Thomas said in place of a greeting, placing his hand authoritatively on Luke's shoulder and steering him away from the porch.
Luke's jaw clenched and he itched to duck away from the Herald's hold. Dread trickled through him like ice as they crossed the courtyard towards the church. He wanted to protest, but he knew that he couldn't.
Herald Thomas led Luke through the front doors, and Luke's entire body stiffened.