Chapter 234

"Nefesh!" the pastor cried.

"I'm not - "

"You drew from your blood."

Ah, crap. The lock pick. I went on alert, ready to bust out my magic, but he didn't try to hurt me or burn me with holy water or anything.

He pressed his palms together in supplication. "God sent you."

"Say what?"

Pastor Nephus opened the door at the far end of the room.

A coltish young woman about Isabel's age, with hair the color of bleached-out wheat, knelt, praying silently, her lips moving.

What the fuck?

The pastor lay his hand on her head. "God has not forsaken us. Our prayers have been answered."

They had no weapons and I had my magic. Since I was in no danger, I stuck around to satisfy my curiosity. "Answered how?"

"Show her, Eve," the pastor said.

Eve looked up at him with terrified eyes. "But, Dad - "

"It's okay," he said in a more gentle voice. "Show her."