I knelt beside them, and oh my heart. They were so precious with their little pink noses and twitchy whiskers. They didn’t seem afraid of me. In fact, their heads lifted from the branch, their snouts reaching toward my hand.
The bread.
“You’re hungry.” I looked around for a safe place to feed them.
A few feet away, the base of a huge tree offered all sorts of hiding spots. If I moved them there, I wouldn’t have to worry about a peregrine falcon swooping down and eating them.
“I’ll call you Jaden and Willow.” Slowly lifting their branch, I dragged them to the tree.
The tangled aboveground root system formed a deep recess, perfect for sheltering their tiny bodies from predators and cold.
I made a soft bed out of leaves and added the bread. Then, using another stick, I transferred each opossum into the cavity. They instantly fell upon the bread, tearing off tiny bites.
Fruit or veggies might’ve been better, but I was fairly certain they would eat anything. In Bishop’s Landing, our gardener complained about opossums scavenging through the garbage.
After dinner, I would bring them water and a variety of food. But for now, I lay down on my side, contentedly watching them eat.
Until I fell asleep.
It was a horrible accident. I hadn’t even meant to close my eyes. But when I woke, I knew an hour or two had passed.
I was in deep fucking shit.
Within the shelter of tree roots, Jaden and Willow curled up beside the partially eaten bread. Sound asleep. Safe.
I left them there and raced back to the main building with dread gnawing the lining of my stomach. By the time I reached his classroom, I felt like I was going to be sick.
The door was shut, but according to the clock I’d passed in the hall, I’d missed both of his classes.
My heart thundered as I reached for the handle, my hand hovering, trembling over the latch.
I couldn’t do it. Not like this. I couldn’t go in there all scared and worn down and guilty. Not to mention, I needed to pee something fierce. My bladder felt like it was going to pop.
Curling my fingers, I yanked my hand from the handle and slowly backed away.
Two seconds later, the door opened.
I held my breath as Carrie swept out. She veered in the opposite direction and slumped against the wall with her eyes closed. Her hands went to her heart, and she sighed with nauseating pleasure.
Meanwhile, I stood a few feet away, feeling woefully different about the man in that room. But she wasn’t the one who had destroyed her uniform, violated the fasting rule, fell asleep in church, and missed his two classes.
I’m so dead.
Straightening, Carrie paced off down the corridor and vanished around the corner. She never even saw me standing here.
But he did.
Filling the gap in the doorway, he held his arms at his sides, his expression empty. Unreadable.
His razored gaze dragged over me, and though I was prepared for its sharp edges, a full-body tremor broke free. I locked my legs to keep them from wobbling. I didn’t cringe, didn’t show weakness.
I bit down on a tender part of my lip, the spot I’d been worrying since I left Bishop’s Landing. My teeth scraped it, cutting it open and beading blood on my tongue.
He noticed, his focus zooming in, pupils dilating. His dark lashes lowered like shields over his emotions, and his fingers did that thing with his thumb, rubbing together, cryptic and forbidding.
Whatever was brewing in the interior regions of Father Magnus wasn’t good.
His silent stillness made a ruthless meal out of my nerves until my goosebumps formed goosebumps, and the hairs on my nape jumped away from my skin.
His fingers stopped moving, and his deep blue eyes latched on to mine.
“Close the door behind you.” He delivered the order with terrifying calmness and strode back into the room.
I had no choice but to follow.
CHAPTER 10
TINSLEY
Fear dumped into my bloodstream, shaking my limbs. I closed the door with a resounding click and shrank ten sizes as Father Magnus pivoted, giving me the full force of his glare.
“I went for a walk outside during lunch.” I ran my clammy palms down my skirt. “I fell asleep in the grove. I swear, I didn’t mean to. It’s just… I couldn’t sleep last night and—”
“Shut up.” His harsh tone ricocheted through the classroom, making me gulp.
He sat on the edge of his desk without taking his eyes off me. Mine were glued to him. I didn’t know what he was thinking or what he intended to do, but I’d put myself in this situation. The least I could do was face him like an adult.
“I won’t rehash your violations.” He tapped his finger on the desk. Tap. Tap. Tap. His hand stilled. “In total, you accumulated eighty-seven minutes of punishment.”