The Prophet by Celia Aaron

Author:Celia Aaron [Aaron, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Celia Aaron
Published: 2018-04-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Adam

Noah helps me to my chair, then sinks into his with a sigh. We’re both beat up, but we’re stronger now than we’ve ever been. United.

My father sits at his desk, perusing us with his cunning gaze.

Castro sits off to the side, an assault rifle casually balanced across his thighs.

“Now that the solstice is over, we have a lot to discuss.” My father leans back in his chair and continues on as if we hadn’t just murdered an innocent girl, “The first phase of Monroeville is well on its way to completion. But there are other areas that need improvement. The land to the southwest needs to be completely cleared and the fields readied for planting this spring. Noah, I’m assigning that acreage to you.”

“Me?” Noah cocks his head. “No disrespect, Dad, but I don’t know a thing about farming.”

He waves a dismissive hand. “You don’t have to. The Father of Fire will provide. We’re in his good graces. Get the Caldwells from the hardware shop on board. They’ll help you get started with equipment and know-how. And Zion’s family owns a farm down near Andalusia. He’ll be your second-in-command.”

“Zion?” Noah is incredulous. “The same Zion who did this?” He points to his black eye and the blood crusting in his hair.

“That’s behind us. We all played the parts we had to. The Lord has forgiven Zion and so should you.” He turns to me. “You proved yourself last night. It took a little arm twisting, but you did what needed to be done.”

I don’t know if he expects me to thank him for forcing me to kill Sarah, but I’ll be damned if those words ever cross my lips.

He sighs. “Now that you’ve finally come into the fold, I’d like you to take a bigger role in running the Cloister. Grace has been adequate, and we’ll still continue to use her, but leaving a woman in charge of anything of importance is never a good idea. Women aren’t meant for leadership, her included.”

I cross one leg over the other and hide my wince as the wounds on my feet burn and ache. “What would you have me do?”

“The suitors. I’ve already been dealing with an over-eager one.” A sly smile twists his lips. “You may remember him, Evan Roberts, the senator.”

Of course I remember that piece of shit. I shrug. “I can’t keep up with everyone who comes and goes.”

“He was already here this morning, wanting to try on your Maiden for size.”

Everything in me tightens, as if I’m being pulled taut over a rack. “Oh?”

“Yes.” His smile turns into a smirk. “Took some detailed photos of her. Very in-depth. I saved a set for myself. Oh, and the video—the things he made her say while she cried—priceless.”

My nails dig into the arms of the leather chair, but I force myself to relax. He’s intentionally turning the screws, but I won’t let him see how much hate he unleashes with each twist. “Is he ready to pay up?”

My father shrugs.

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