4:01 p.m. Passion Ministry

Snap! The stage blazed white. A thunder of bass drums rolled over the crowd.

John the Apostle stood motionless. Dead center. Dressed in black. Arms outstretched, he posed in the blinding halo.

The audience roared.

John’s eyes narrowed. He cocked his head, straining to listen.

 

 

The Watcher concentrated. Hard. Harder.

Harry

His eyes glowed. Search almost over. He relaxed. Exhausted. Needed to rebuild the strength to flaunt his presence a few more times.

 

 

JohnRachel’s skin pricked. She sucked in her breath.

He’s gorgeous!

After several heartbeats, she blinked. Dragged her eyes from the superstar, mentally chiding herself for being a schoolgirl. She’d witnessed a lot of attractive and stunning acts. All total BS.

This guy was no different.

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