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" Father Mulligan sat up with a start, clutched dramatically at his heart as he glared at them. "Do you go through walls? You nearly killed me coming in like that."
Destiny looked instantly repentant. "I'm so sorry, Father. I thought you were really asleep. I should have been more careful."
"His heart rate did not even rise," Nikolae pointed out. "He should be an actor, not a priest."
Father Mulligan grinned mischievously, looking for all the world like a small boy. "I did rather well in the school plays when I was a young lad, much to my father's chagrin. He thought acting a perfect sin. I was expecting you two this evening."
"We would have come earlier but we have been looking into the strange, unnatural behavior of your parishioners. Are you certain the wine you are serving is not a bad one?" Nicolae inquired with a straight face. "All of them do attend this church."
"I hadn't thought of that," Destiny agreed, glaring accusingly at the priest.
"You two are treading quite close to blasphemy," Father Mulligan warned, attempting to look severe. His eyes were twinkling merrily, ruining his credibility as an actor. "
― Christine Feehan , Dark Destiny (Dark, #11)