Chapter 23 Catastrophe Undying I

• The crowd and the stage froze.
• Red with fear, the priest turned around, locking eyes with Fiona. His hands were shaking violently. The Bible in his grip trembled like a leaf caught in a storm. His face was pale, drained of all color. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out—just a strangled gasp that died in his throat.
• Aggressively, Nathaniel's men moved towards her. Six of them. Armed. Mean. Their boots echoed against the marble floor as they surrounded her in a tight circle. But Fiona stood unmoved. Her chin was raised. Her eyes were blazing with righteous fury. She didn't flinch when they closed in. She didn't back away when one of them reached for his gun.