The man chuckled, his high cheekbones lifting into a charming smile as he nodded. "You guessed it right, I am the pastor..."
Cassian froze in shock. Here he was, face to face with the man they had been hunting for months. But as he studied the pastor, Cassian couldn't reconcile the man standing before him with the horrors he had committed—the massacres of entire families.
The pastor looked nothing like the monster Cassian had imagined. He appeared to be a charming young man, with a warm smile and a gentle, well-mannered way of speaking. But Cassian had seen enough in his life to know that appearances could be deceiving. He steeled himself, his vigilance returning as the pastor continued, his voice smooth and calm.
"That aside," the pastor said, "have you figured out why you're here, chained up like this?"