Quinlan gathered his things quickly and went over to Bas's room.
There was no one inside. Only pieces of clothing scattered around everywhere. Both Bas' clothes and what seemed to be a nun's robe.
"That bastard really did it. But where did he go?" Quinlan murmured.
Jonah was beside him, observing the room. He picked up the nun's robe. It was still warm.
"Who did you meet?" Jonah said.
"I beg your pardon?" Quinlan's eyebrows furrowed.
"Who did you meet when going inside?" Jonah repeated. This time it was almost a shout.
"A nun named Nora and the Mother Reverend. What's wrong?"
Jonah took a deep breath. "Follow me. You'll understand."
The corridors of the monastery fell into darkness. It didn't have any lit torches at all. The iron holders mounted to the wall were ancient and filled with cobwebs.
It wasn't like this before. The corridors were filled with flaming torches that illuminated the hallway.
"What's going on…" Quinlan murmured.
