A physically distressed Agnes arrived at Alpha Kurian’s house. She was panting breathlessly and looked around the house nervously. As she made her way to the open door, she rubbed her sweaty palms against her skirt. She could feel her heart beating hard in her chest and the feeling of dread settled low in her belly like lead.
She walked into the house and was immediately met by Kurian and Jakes; they had sensed her arrival. They studied her appearance with narrowed disapproving eyes. Agnes nervously ran a hand over her wind-blown gray hair. Her usually composed face broke out into a sweaty mess.
She could smell her own fear and nervousness and had no doubt the two men could smell it, too. It fused into the air like a foul odor.
“Spit it out, woman.” Kurian’s voice commanded.
Agnes shu
