Pray For The Devil

They want her soul, but it belongs to him.

Letting ghosts pass through me to the other side isn't what you'd expect from a nun, but neither is being an exorcist. The church is all I've ever known, and I accepted my fate long ago.

Until I met him.

He's walking blood, unapologetic murder, and lust-the poster child for possession. I should be disgusted, but when I'm near him, I feel like I'm on fire.

At first, I tell myself it's part of the curse, part of the possession. But when secrets begin coming to light, I realize the people who raised me lied to me my entire life.What part of me will win the battle between my heart and mind: the woman or the exorcist?