#Chapter17
Not all saints are holy
Ted's POV
Room 666, a scary number to give a room. I know I'm not a devout Christian, but from my Bible studies when I was younger, that was the mark of the beast.
It was so ironic for someone answering Saint to be sleeping in a room that had '666' engraved on his door.
I've been standing in front of this mahogany door for over ten minutes. The thought of knocking sent shivers down my spine.
At the other end of this door was Saint, my ticket to peaceful nights. Taking in a deep breath, I knocked on his door.
Just then, the door swung open and I was faced with a tall muscular man. He wore a pair of shades and was in a luxurious black suit.
/"Who are you?/" He asked, looking down at my small frame.
/"I'm here to see Mr. Saint./" I removed my shades and made the huge man gasp with wide eyes.
