Blood Of The Covenant / Season 1, Episode 4
Frostbitten Secrets Unveiled
The cold bit into Father Tomás Herrera’s knuckles as he gripped the iron latch of the monastery’s undercroft door, the metal slick with damp from the morning’s frost. His breath fogged in the dim light of the single oil lamp flickering on the stone wall, casting jagged shadows across the narrow stairwell. Sister Agatha Munteanu stood a step behind him, her black habit blending into the dark, only the sharp edge of her pale face catching the glow. Her fingers twitched at her side, not reaching for the rosary that hung there but hovering, as if she needed to touch something to steady herself. “Padre, you’re sure about this?” Her voice was low, a rasp against the silence of the underground passage, but it carried the weight of doubt she hadn’t voiced during their whispered plan in the chapel after matins. Her Romanian accent clipped the words, made them sound like a challenge. Tomás didn’t turn. He couldn’t. If he looked at her, he’d see the same question in her eyes that gnawed at his own chest—whether they were crossing a line no prayer could absolve. “No,” he muttered, his own voice rough from the cheap brandy he’d sipped from his flask an hour ago to quiet the tremor in his hands. “But we’re past sure now. We saw the...