They say I need help. Another exorcism. This is not new. This is my life. Today, I expect to suffer at the hands of a man as warped by superstition and fear as my mother. A man who will torture me in order to save me from things that don't exist. But the man who actually comes to me is different. Killian is good and decent and he sees what's good and decent in me. And I don't mean for it to happen, but every time he looks at me his gaze sets me on fire. He brings me to the light, gives me back my life. For the first time, I see a future for myself. A future with him. I burn for Killian—a man who's intent on protecting me. On healing me. He doesn't get it. The only thing that can heal me is him. But Killian will soon be a priest. Untouchable. Forbidden. How can I ask a man to choose between me . . . and God?
