It couldn’t—Bella was with Odin, or maybe her useless father had saved her. Not here, she couldn’t be in the cells awaiting death.
One after the other we marched up the platform, lost sheep following the herd over the edge of the cliff.
“Anything to admit?” The pastor came beside me his bible in hand his eyes gleaming with malice. “Any sins?”
“Forgive me father,” I mumbled the words like a kitten crying from beneath the bed as it’s the whole world was engulfed in flames. “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.”
“Correct! And what is it my child, what have you done?” The pastor leaned towards me an eager puff in his chest, I pulled away my eyes sliding down to the ground slick with the sweat of all the woman before me. My eyes trailed up to the woman in front of me her thin shoulders sh
