Perfect Bastard (by Mary D. Sant) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132: I Swear

ETHAN

A church? I frowned, staring at the old stone building, with its sturdy

walls, stained–glass windows, and a tower rising above the other

houses in the village.

It wasn’t exactly what I was expecting. In fact, it was the complete

opposite. At the very least, it was unusual, which left me slightly

perplexed as we approached the entrance, making me question why

she’d said I was going to like it.

“I thought you knew I’m not the religious type,” I whispered as we

passed through the arched doorway, our friends right behind us.

“You don’t need to be scared. No one’s going to make you confess

your sins,” she teased, trying to hide a smirk.

“I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’m pretty sure this isn’t the

ideal place for it,” I whispered back.

“Behave, Morgan,” she warned, glancing around as she moved

forward over the red carpet that stretched beneath our feet, flanked

by wooden pews on both sides.

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Her eyes sparkled with admiration as she took in every detail, while

mine were fixed only on her, following her with fascination and dying

to know what she had in mind.

Turning my head for a second to check on our friends, I saw Neil and

Rosie had taken a seat on one of the benches near the entrance. Jason and Phillipa, on the other hand, were examining an altar in one of the

corners.

Aside from our group, there were only three other visitors, sitting on

some of the benches, probably locals.

Turning my attention back to Ellie, I kept following her toward the main altar. Stopping beside the first row of pews, she sat down and

motioned for me to do the same.

I obeyed, still confused, but even more curious now.

“I’m not sure I get what we’re doing here,” I whispered. “Why did you

say I’d like it?”

“I have a gift,” she revealed. “But first, I need you to be quiet,” she said, lacing her fingers together on her lap before closing her eyes.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were-”

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“Shhhh.” She cut me off.

Okay. I guess that was my cue to shut up. Shifting my attention away

from her, I tried to focus on the details around us, resisting the urge to imagine what she might be praying for, asking for, or thanking for.

I knew she wasn’t religious. I had a vague memory of us talking about it before. Still, apparently, that didn’t mean she had no faith at all.

Considering her resilience, that wasn’t all that surprising. She’d

already amazed me more than once with her ability to see the good in

tough situations.

I will never forget what she told me during that trip.

“I’d rather make mistakes and regret them than spend my whole life

without really living.”

Despite everything–even me acting like a complete asshole–she was still trying to help me, trying to convince me to try.

But I gave up. Like a coward. And now I couldn’t be more ashamed of

1. it. All I could do now was try to make up for it every single day for the

rest of our lives.

Taking my hand suddenly, she caught my attention.

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“Maybe you should try,” she suggested, her blue eyes gleaming with a

trace of expectation.

Squeezing her hand, I nodded and closed my eyes. I wasn’t sure what words to use, but I knew exactly what to be thankful for–and what to

ask for: the woman beside me.

She was my biggest reason to be grateful, and also my greatest wish. I’d be more than thankful if someone up there could give me a hand

and shorten the time she said she needed.

But if that wasn’t possible, I’d be patient. I’d wait forever, if I had to, because I already had everything I needed. She was by my side now,

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