L.J.K. OLIVA

† † † Slowly, the world settled around her.  Darius’s leather jacket was cool and foreign against her cheek.  Georgia sighed.  She could feel him chuckle, then he shifted until she was standing on her own two legs again.  She braced herself for when he backed away. He didn’t.  His arms closed around her.  His…

† † † “I went to see Father Gregory the other day.” Kristof stared at him for a moment. Then he lifted a finger and signaled the bartender. “Excuse me. Two more of whatever he just had.” Neither of them spoke while they waited. A few minutes later, the bartender slid matching vodka shots across…

† † † The church turned out to be a nondescript building on the corner, three stories tall, with brick trim and a flat roof. Georgia’s skin buzzed as she approached the heavy wooden doors. She swallowed hard. Not that she put much stock in church. Church was a place people went, a story people…