Chapter 19:
Doyle found a pew not far from the antechamber. He needed the quiet time alone. The last few days his mind had been filled with thoughts better left unthought. He loved Tsang Mei, but the more time he spent with Helena, the more his desire grew for her. He knew in his heart of hearts this was not love he felt for the young Brandywine woman. At best the feeling was infatuation, at worst lust. He needed to distance himself from her, for all their sake. The three of them needed him to be strong.
He closed his eyes and let his head slip back against the stiff back of the bench. Eyes closed, he drifted into the place that was not awake or asleep.
A pounding on the door shattered his brief respite. A man’s voice shouted from outside. He spoke in English, but there was an unmistaka
