THE PRIEST OF SANTA MARIA

  { PT.  6 } - Christiano! Angelica groped his shoulders. What's the matter? Christiano! She shook him as his mouth opened but no words found their way to his tongue. He grabbed at his left shoulder as he dropped to his knees. Christinao! Behind him, Kristoff wore a mordant smirk. He pulled the knife from Christiano's back and kicked him aside, making an easy path within reach of Angelica. Christinao writhed on the floor, his spine twisted and his hand attempting to reach the spot--as if it might alleviate the pain. Get...on the...boat. The words strained through his throat. Angelica tried to rush to him, but Kristoff stood in her path. He brandished his blade at her before proceeding to pull out a larger knife with a lethal serrated edge. With a blade in each hand, he flashed pearly white teeth that reflected the orange flicker of flames. Before I separate your head from your body, you will renounce your bond with Satan? My bond is with the Almighty. He bent his head to one s...