Templar Scrolls by Jasmine Walt & Ines Johnson

Author:Jasmine Walt & Ines Johnson [Walt, Jasmine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dynamo Press
Published: 2017-09-13T16:00:00+00:00

13

“I’ll take that scroll, if you don’t mind,” Father Gerard said.

“You’re one of the bad guys?” Loren huffed. “How come I always fall for the villains?”

Her eyes connected with Gawain. She did a quick glance up and down his rock-hard body. Then she shrugged as though in acceptance of her perpetual plight.

“I’m not the bad guy, angel,” Father Gerard said. He held a torch to light the way. “Magic, be it encased in an idol object or the veins of a human, is a scourge.”

“Oh.” Loren quirked her lip in a smirk. “I should probably tell you. I’m no angel. My mother was a witch.”

Father Gerard didn’t blink. He didn’t narrow his eyes. His pupils didn’t dilate as he looked at her with fresh eyes. Still, the light that had been in his eyes every time he’d glanced at Loren on the yacht dimmed. It turned into something dark. It was like watching the bright scales be sheared from a fish, leaving behind flesh and bones.

“I may not be on a first-name basis with God,” Loren continued, “and I may not follow all the commandments, but I do know the one about ‘love thy neighbor.’” She leaned into me. “That’s one of them, right?”

“Yeah,” I said. “But I think both you and the Father may have taken it to the extreme.”

Loren had loved many a male neighbor, biblically. If Father Gerard was rolling with this new breed of the Knights Templar, then he was on the other end of the spectrum with killing anyone outside of his comfort zone.

Father Gerard took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He shook his head. “Magic is a disease. Luckily, I know the cure. I’m here to save your soul from these devils.”

Gawain stepped in front of Loren. “Have you actually met the devil? ’Cause I have. A self-righteous, pompous arse like yourself would get along quite well with him.”

“It’s not too late for you to be saved.” Father Gerard ignored everyone but Loren. Behind him, the Templars raised their swords in the shadows of the torch and the dim light of Arthur’s charm.

“Keep your prayers, Father.” Lance stepped up beside Gawain, sword raised. “No one’s getting saved here tonight.”

The Templars behind Father Gerard rustled, gripping their hilts and digging in their heels. But Father Gerard held out his free hand. “Can’t we for once do this without violence? Just hand over our brother’s scroll. Come with us willingly. And then you can make your peace with our Lord.”

“You call for peace?” Arthur swaggered to the front of the defensive line. His sword swung by his thigh, his gait reminding me of the horses we’d rode here. “Yet you kill women and children.”

Father Gerard shook his head. “No, not women and children. The demons that possessed them. You must understand that there is evil living inside of you, like a parasite. When it overtakes your spirit, it turns your eyes white. I’ve seen it happen.”

Wait? White eyes? Oh. He had to be talking about a Chosen, the humans who shared their souls with one of the six Greek gods.

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