TheGlamurist
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- Parts 28
She moaned low and breathy, like something just beneath a prayer.
The sound didn't seem coy. It felt possessed.
Jacob stumbled back behind a tree, his pulse hammering in his throat. His lips ajar.
He didn't even remember breathing.
The crucifix beneath his shirt felt like ice against his chest. He gripped it anyway.
The metal biting into his palm.
He told himself he hadn't seen what he saw.
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In Little Harmonie, purity is worshiped, sin is hunted, and witches burn.
Father Jacob should condemn Delilah. Instead, he craves her. Her beauty tempts him, her power unsettles him, and her darkness feels too much like his own.
But the deeper he falls, the uglier the truth bleeds out: the town is rotten, the sermons are lies, and the real monsters don't just lurk in the woods... they wear holy robes.
In a place that calls itself pure, obsession is holy, and love is the most dangerous curse of all.