Thank God. He’d been spared again.
Keir stayed on his hands and knees, head bowed, struggling to breathe under the wind-driven curtain of rain. After a minute, his eyes adjusted to the dark, not that it helped much. But when he looked around, he realized the glow of the streetlamps must lead to the road. His heartbeat quickened. That was his wayhome! All he had to do was follow the lights.
After a couple tries, he managed to get to his feet, his balance shaken by the blustering wind and the inability to focus. His bare feet sought the cobblestones—the edges were hard and sharp, but the path must lead to the sidewalk. A few minutes later, the texture changed from rough stone to level concrete. He’d made it off the church property. He was on his way.