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He stared at him, gaze burning. “What does that mean, Seer?” he pled with tired conviction.
“You have to trust that everything the dark throws at you is lies. God’s got this, son. He always has. The darkness is always showing you this truth.”
Bishop’s pain from past betrayal suddenly became suffocating to Samuel. From his first love, to a God he never understood that forged him with the agony of multiple defeats. Reduced him to blood, tears, and unspeakable pain. Samuel gripped his shoulder tightly, again taking it into him. “This war may be terrifyingly different, but we will win it.”
Bishop was back to lowered, heavy headshaking. “I sure as fuck wish I had your faith.”
“Oh, you do. What’s mine is yours. Always has been.”
Bishop stood at the sound of a buzzing and pulled his phone from his pocket. “8-Bit,” he answered after hitting the button. “What’s up.”
Samuel watched his Eveque’s pacing come to a sudden stop. He closed his eyes, waiting, listening.
“Dieu, 8-Bit, are you sure?” Bishop let go a breath as he collapsed onto the pew. “Oh fuck.”
An ache pressed against Samuel’s chest with a dreadful seeing as Bishop hung up. “Her father,” Samuel said, looking into his Eveque’s tortured gaze.
“He’s fucking dead.”
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Maggie watched as Spook drew their monster on the dirt and proceeded to educate her on every body part and function. “What about all those teeth?”
“Harmless if you shut its mouth.”
She shook her head, dumbfounded. “How?”
“Rope.”
She balked. “Arope?” This translated to shoestring in her mind. She recalled the wrangling videos she’d watched. “They…thrash.”
He nodded. “They can. But once I secure his jaws, it won’t matter,” he assured.
She stared at him then his drawing, angling her head. Kneeling next to it she pointed to the spot just behind the skull. “Here?”
“That’s it. One quick jab severs the spinal cord and dispatches him instantly.”
“Then you…”
“Take him back here to harvest.”
“Harvest,” she whispered, her stomach getting queasy. “What…what does that involve exactly?”
“Skin him and cook him. Harvest bones and teeth for whatever we want.”
She eyed his cute smile on her, unable to wipe the disgust and fear from her face. “Can’t we just…feed it to the…other animals maybe?”
He held her gaze, his smile unwavering. “Kind of hard to have a sacred ceremony without it.”
She regarded the drawing in the dirt, swallowing. “I’m…” She bit her tongue on thescaredword. She was, but…not really. Not with him. Nervous, yes. “I’m sure I can do it,” she whispered, nodding a little.
“Iknowthat you can. Are you ready?”
God, she wasn’t. But she was ready to get it over so she could be married. She nodded and stood.
“I have a gift for you.”
He walked over and knelt next to his green canvas bag against the tree while her heart skittered at what it might be. Was it a ring? He turned and presented an oblong something wrapped in leather. She took it and untied the string and opened it. She glanced up at him. “A knife?”
