Behind him he heard the rendering of metal as the Jaguar door finally opened, and then the crunch of footsteps on the gravel.
"You are fornicators," the Bishop said again. His voice was measured - perhaps even more terrifying in its normality. "You and your whore sister."
Get more PearlsTop Up
Go to Joyread app
Then you can read more chapters. And you'll find other wonderful stories on Joyread.