Alice left the small chapel that evening long after prayers had ended. Still she had no answers for the confusion that plagued her. She had tried to erase the memory of what Father Black had done from her mind, but her body stirred at odd moments from the sensations his caresses had evoked.
"Alice."
Alice stilled as the familiar, deep voice cut across her thoughts. She glimpsed Father Black over her shoulder, tall and intimidating as he pushed away from the stone wall and strode toward her. Steely grey eyes met her own troubled midnight blue ones. She swallowed hard as he came to stand before her, his cloak touching her hand. She gazed up at him, at the finely sculpted features, the inky black hair that looked as though it would curl if released from the queue.
Unbidden, the memory of
