MINUTES EARLIER

Patch POV

One more standing still holding a sacred chalice, and he’d hurl the thing out of the shrine. The only chalice he wanted to hold was a lot softer than the cup!

THAT chalice, as in Anneliese, couldn’t move. She might be trapped in the forcefield like a butterfly between two panes of glass for days, and the others too.

He could FEEL her. A thousand needles pricking him. Sorrow. Fear. Guilt. 

She was being hurt. Maybe not physically, ...