Tested (AKA The Midnight Test from The Midnight Kiss Collection) by Juliana Haygert

Author:Juliana Haygert [Haygert, Juliana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B016ATONAW
Barnesnoble: B016ATONAW
Goodreads: 26926958
Publisher: Juliana Haygert
Published: 2015-10-06T05:00:00+00:00

After I exited the Midnight Cauldron, I headed to St. Louis Cathedral. I wasn’t the praying type, but the last ingredient I needed was holy water and there was no better place to get some. I could have chosen a smaller church or chapel, but usually St. Louis was full of tourists, even on a Friday night. It would be easier to blend in.

I had never been to the cathedral, and once I stepped inside, I halted, sucking in a long breath. It was magnificent, with a tall, arched ceiling depicting several paintings of Jesus. Galleries, colored glass windows, chandeliers, flags, a beautiful altar, and too many tourists. Perfect.

With the crowd, I approached one of the two statues of angels holding bowls. Bowls that were filled with holy water. I fished the small vial from inside my pocket and held it tightly in my hand.

When it was my turn, I whispered under my breath, “Delabor.”

The lady behind me tripped on her own foot and fell on her knees. Several people turned to help her, giving me my chance. I dipped my fingertips on the water and let the vial fall. Pressing it down, the vial immersed and, three seconds later, I picked it up with my thumb and forefinger. I quickly closed my hand around it and moved on, while everyone was still worried about the lady who couldn’t explain how she had fallen.

I took a few steps into the main aisle and stopped. Was it worth it to pray and ask for help? I shook my head, feeling silly. My kind prayed to other gods and goddesses.

As I turned to leave, I spotted someone sitting in the last pew on the left, under the gallery and away from the others. His elbows were propped on his knees and his head was low. Though I couldn’t see his face, the black hoodie and the red bracelet on his wrist told me I knew this guy.

A rush of dread and concern fleeted through me. I wanted to approach him, but after last evening, I wasn’t so sure I should. I had thought about him a lot last night. About how disturbed and lost he was, and how I really wanted to help him. Which was crazy. Why was I torturing myself like that?

Convinced I would regret my decision, I sat on the bench and scooted closer to him, but not too close.

Sean lifted his head, leaned back into the bench, and stared at me with wide eyes. “What are you doing here?” The bruises on his face were now black.

“I could ask you the same thing,” I said, trying to sound casual. “You don’t look like the praying type.”

One corner of his lips quirked up—my heart sped up—and his gaze traveled over me. “With that hair, piercing, tattoo, and all, I would think the same of you.”

I shrugged. “What? Just because my style is a little different, I’m supposed to be a faithless bad girl? A troublemaker?”

Sean returned his eyes to mine.

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