Nothing under my roof will ever harm you, Molly. Yeah, right. He never had a blood sucking assassin for hire under his roof before. Sure, Kincaid recommended her. Sure she was bought and paid for, but Molly didn't know to what extent and Phaedra had seemed unwelcoming enough that Molly was seriously never, ever, ever going to Harry's after dark unless it was a dire emergency. And then she'd fucking knock before rushing to help.
She turned her head towards where Harry was indicating and felt her heart stop to see the church. She hadn't been in a church in a long time, but it had been an important part of her life for a long time.
So why hadn't she? She had to think about it for a moment which slowed her to a stop as she stared at the building as if it would give her the answer. Her brows furrowed as she slid her lip between her teeth. It wasn't that she had lost her faith. She very much believed that God was up there disapproving of Molly a whole lot. That meant it was something else.
"Is Father Forthill here?" She was blending places again, but that question was important. If she hadn't wanted to see Murphy and the others then Father Forthill was right out. He knew her too well and knew how to get to her. That would be bad.