The Price of Her Love – 2

“Father, are you trying to absolve me of my sins right now?”
“And there isn’t just one?”
The baroness’s loud laughter filled the dim room with high ceilings.
“What if I say there are countless? There are so many that when I close my eyes, darkness gathers around me. Not that empty dark connected with the absence of light—filled with night sounds—but thick, clinging darkness, having a taste, and it’s incredibly sweet and bitter… But it isn’t nectar from a rare exotic fruit—it’s blood… Darkness that howls like a wolf, and the sounds of black raven wings!”
With a quick movement of his fingers, the priest made the sign of the cross on himself, which caused a new bout of laughter from the raving, yet so beautifully appearing lady. De Cler opened her eyes. Glimmering in the dark, her eyes changed color from blue to red. A heavy gaze pierced the soul.
“What if I myself am the sin?”