"Is this something you left, Mr. Exorcist?"
A tall, muscular man sat on the wooden pew, raising his T-shirt over his chest.
There was a glaring red mark. A shape that vaguely resembled a fist.
Elijah stared dumbfounded at the mark, his mind thrown back to the day he first met Rufus.
The young officer was tied to the bed back then, looking so thin and exhausted.
After regaining his vitality, Rufus looked much better. His build clearly marked him as a man of the field.
"What's going on?" The exorcist muttered. Selena called him, asking him to meet Rufus.
Elijah never allowed strangers to enter his home.
With no classes, he didn't want to go on a long ride, so the church became his destination.
If not for their earlier talk, Alexei would probably have tagged along instead of visiting his family.
"I thought it was due to that possession or whatever it was. But even after days, the mark didn't fade. So, I thought it might be something you left."
