The Sinner and the Priest, Part 1 (The Sinner Sisterhood #3)

A week ago, I was an exorcist with ironclad vows. Now…

I confess to Almighty God, and to you, my brothers and sisters, that I have greatly sinned in my thoughts… especially in thoughts involving my Roman collar, a certain red-headed Sinner’s wrists, and the desk in my church’s oratory.

I spent years in prison trying to starve the violence and hunger in my cursed blood.

Instead, I found it purring when the sisterhood’s deadliest seductress entered my confessional and whispered her litany of filth. I have lied to my superiors.

I have sworn to dismantle this heretical organization, while secretly burning every bridge back to Rome to keep her safe.

I am the shepherd who was too busy counting freckles on her bare shoulder to hear the screaming of my flock.

Through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault… I told Mercy I was not her prophesied, fated Saint.

But when her sister dared to threaten her life… I forgot that I am Father Francisco Angelotti, the former mafia enforcer, whose vows are a muzzle to keep the world safe from his teeth.

I forgot that I should have been hunting the Third Horseman, Famine, and his demons in my flock’s garden.

And I forgot that I was the wolf who taught them how to eat.