There are angels and demons at war inside my head.
I had it all figured out: finish high school, attend seminary, and finally answer my calling of becoming a priest. What I hadn't counted in the equation was her.
Grace Miller.
The girl who was always out of my reach. The girl who still makes me lose my breath with just a look.
Little did I know she would become my temptation and vice, and quite possibly, my ruin.
Now I'm standing at a crossroads, and my head is a battlefield. How do I choose sides when it means losing a part of who I am?
