Irina Was a Scorpio
Irina knew what they were thinking. But she hadn’t done it.
It wasn’t her fault, no matter how hard they all stared. Even the priest, that sanctimonious hypocrite, that lecherous fool — even he fixed her with a look of penetrating disapproval.
She gazed at the priest, and she did not look away. He didn’t like it. She didn’t…