TRANGRESSION: A Collection Of Forbidden Desires のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Rain gathered on the papers in the woman’s hand before she reached them. Father Brennan stopped a few paces away, close enough that Miriam could see the damp beading on his clerical collar. The two men from the second vehicle hung back—broad-shouldered, silent, the kind of presence that did not need to announce its function. Diocesan security, or the nearest equivalent the office kept for situations that required quiet retrieval rather than scandal. Lila did not let go of Miriam’s hand. “Sister Miriam,” Brennan said again. His voice carried the careful gentleness of someone trying not to startle a nervous animal. “You’ve caused considerable concern. Mrs. Keane reported an unregistered guest. The bishop noted irregularities. When you left the retreat house without waiting for transport, Mother Superior authorized us to find you and bring you home.” Miriam’s mouth had gone dry. The ruined chapel stood behind her like a witness. Lila’s fingers were tight enough around hers to hurt.

Forty minutes had been an optimistic lie.Lila was already moving before the slow-searching engine outside had fully passed the property line. She threw Miriam’s clothes at her in the dark, yanked her own jeans on, and shoved the duffel toward the back stairs with the efficiency of someone who had left places under worse conditions.“No lights,” she whispered. “No phone. We go out the back and into the trees. There’s a footpath to the next road if the mud hasn’t swallowed it.”Miriam dressed with shaking hands—skirt twisted, sweater inside out at first, veil abandoned somewhere in the sheets because there was no time and less point. Outside, the car had stopped. A door opened. Another. Low male voices carried just far enough through the rain-softened air to confirm this was not a lost local.Lila grabbed Miriam’s wrist and pulled her down the narrow back staircase. The rear door stuck, then gave. Cold wet air hit them. They ran.The trees closed around them in a confusion of black tru

The footsteps stopped outside Miriam’s door.Keys whispered against each other. The electronic lock whirred. In the same fractured second Miriam lunged for the window, hissed Lila’s name into the dark, and heard the roof tile’s displacement echo again—louder, closer, the unmistakable sound of someone losing the clean line of a planned crossing.The door opened.A staff woman in a grey cardigan stood framed in corridor light, eyes already moving past Miriam toward the open window and the night air pushing the curtain inward. Behind her, a second figure—male, broader—filled the hallway.“Sister, step away from the—”The rest of the sentence died as a dark shape dropped hard onto Miriam’s sill.Lila came through the window in a rush of wet air and scraped palms, shoulder striking the frame, one knee slamming the radiator hard enough to ring metal. She did not land cleanly. She landed committed. Miriam caught her arm and hauled. The two of them stumbled back into the room in a tangle of l

The garage held its breath around them.Three contractors in the far lane. The stairwell above filling with the sound of a forced door and Claire’s furious, wordless protest. The photo on the driver’s seat stared up like a brand. Lila’s fingers locked through Miriam’s once—hard enough to hurt—then released so both hands would be free.“When I move,” Lila said, barely sound, “you take the passenger side and stay low. If I don’t make the car, you still drive.”“I’m not—”“You still drive.”The leaner man from every previous closing door took one measured step forward into the weak overhead light.“Enough,” he said. “No more roofs. No more storage units. No more borrowed apartments. Keys on the hood. Both of you on the ground facing away from the vehicle. This ends cleanly or it ends photographed.”Upstairs something heavy hit a wall. Claire shouted a name that was not Lila’s and then went abruptly quiet in a way that made Lila’s shoulders flinch.Miriam felt the last of her old obedienc

Brennan’s phone camera caught the exact second Miriam chose, again.Claire screamed at them to get in. Lila shoved Miriam into the back seat of the running car and followed hard enough to knock the air from both of them. The doors were still swinging when Claire hit the gas. Brennan did not chase on foot. He only turned, steady as a man conducting a service, and kept the phone trained on the fleeing plate until traffic swallowed them.“He’s not calling it in yet,” Claire said through her teeth, eyes flicking between mirrors. “He’s making the artifact first. Proof. Timeline. Faces.” The bruise on her jaw had darkened into a vivid argument against every door she had ever closed on Lila. “You have maybe a twenty-minute head start before that video is in more hands than you can bargain with.”Lila was half in Miriam’s lap, half braced against the seat, breathing like she’d run the miles with her body instead of the car. Blood from the reopened forehead cut had found a new track down to he