Slowly, Nicole crept forward, her eyes now on the crosses that adorned the top of the cathedral. “Why did he bring his bait here?” She whispered. “He can’t know …”
No, the bastard shouldn’t know what this place meant to them, not unless someone had tipped him off.
Her fingers trembled as she reached for the cathedral’s left-side door. She pulled lightly and the air rasped from her lips. “It’s not locked tonight.”
He caught her hand. “Don’t go in.” He didn’t know what waited but with all that blood … death.
But she shook her head. “I should have gone in long ago.”
Then she went into the cathedral, and he followed instantly, not about to lose her to anything or anyone.
Their feet shuffled over the marble tile. The candlelights and the chandeliers gleamed, though Keenan knew the cathedral should have been shut down at this hour. Images of angels and saints stared back at him. Seeming to weigh him. Judging.
“There.” Her whisper. The blood led into the wooden confessional booth.
For Carlos to have left a body here, dumped in a church—you’ll regret this move, I promise.
Some sins truly were never forgiven.
Nicole’s head tilted to the left. “I hear …” She gasped and raced forward. She yanked open the confessional door and a scream echoed through the cathedral.
Not Nicole’s scream.
The bait was alive. The woman was screaming and shaking. Thin, bloody slices covered her arms and legs. Keenan knew those slices had been made with a coyote’s claws.
“It’s okay,” Nicole told the woman, holding up hands that no longer sported claws. “We’re here to help you.”
The woman, with tangled blond hair and a short black dress, blinked. Mascara and tears stained her cheeks. She looked familiar to Keenan. He knew he’d seen her before …
Running from the fire at Temptation.
He stepped back and his gaze swept over the wooden pews.
“Where’s the man who did this to you?” Nicole asked. “Where is—”
“N-not … man.” The woman fell to her knees and made the sign of the cross. “D-devil …”
No, just a coyote shifter. The devil had died long ago. Now someone else ruled for him.
“H-hurt me … wanted to know …”
“Let’s get her out of here,” Nicole said and Keenan noticed that she kept her head angled away from the woman. Right, the blood. That smell would be tempting Nicole.
He lifted the woman, holding her easily.
“H-help me …” She whispered. The woman’s name—had it been Tina?
“We will,” Nicole promised. “We’ll get you to a doctor. You’ll be okay.”
They hurried for the exit. Nicole shoved open the door and the hot night air spilled inside. Dawn hadn’t come, not yet, but it was edging closer. Nicole hurried down the stone steps. “Come on,” she called out. “We can get—”
A growl broke the night.
Nicole whirled around and faced the dark alley. Pirate’s Alley. The alley she’d nearly died in six months ago.
No, she had died in that alley. No getting around that truth.
And now Keenan knew that Carlos waited in that darkness for her.
Carefully, he sat the woman on her feet. “Can you walk?” He whispered.
She just cried. Her bloody hands wrapped around his neck as she held on tight.
He tried to pry her hands loose but she started screaming, “Don’t leave me! Don’t leave me!”
Nicole flinched as she glanced back at him. He saw her swallow and she said, “Keep her safe.”
No, no, she wasn’t—
“I’m not afraid of the monster in the alley anymore,” she told him before she gave a hard nod. Her canines were lengthening, her claws sharpening. “This time, he’ll be afraid of me.”
Then she was gone. Nicole raced into the alley and ran right toward that darkness—and Carlos.
And while she ran, the bloody woman kept clinging so tightly to him. She was shaking, and—and laughing?
“Kill her …” She whispered and she lifted her head to reveal the smile on her bloodstained lips. “He’ll k-kill the bitch.”
Fury had him shoving her away. Her head whipped back with the sharp push. “What are you talking about?” He barked.
But she just kept laughing, and he realized he’d forgotten a lesson he’d learned so long ago.
Humans lied. They often lied very, very well.