Seeing her sang-froid during the sacrilege of the Sister’s Shrine started his suspicions that several things about her might be as serpentine as her curls. Alternatively, he speculated, the scene had shaken her sanity.
She might be scarred beyond salvaging, but to satisfy the Good Samaritan in him he had to search for signs which supported his suspicions before settling on a conclusion and if she was a sinner, he still had to save her soul.
So far, not a single solid fact had shown itself that could sever him from his indecision, but her sickly sweet smile sent shivers down his spine.
And that soon sapped his sorrow and sparked something stronger which strangled his senses and sent him into a frenzy.
ksbeth
/ June 14, 2013so scary
W. R. Woolf
/ June 19, 2013Several smiles to say that your support is appreciated 🙂