The Sacrifice (The Covenant) by Azure Boone Read Free Book Online Page A

eyes. He got the thermos of left over cat soup and made her drink a little of it.
    He sat next to her and pulled her into his arms so she could rest. Fifteen minutes. Night was coming. He needed to find some place to hide.
    Micah fought the exhaustion pulling at his eyelids. If he fell asleep, he’d never wake up in fifteen minutes. Sarah was out cold in a deep sleep already and he stroked her head, thanking her God. He still couldn’t see Him as his. Didn’t feel right in the least.
    Micah thought back to the first time he’d met Sarah in the hospital. He’d played the lunatic quite well. It was the first time he’d attempted anything like it, but everything about the thirteenth wife had to be unique. At least to him. It was a kind of celebration to be done with the tradition he’d grown weary of. They’d all succumbed to him so easily before her. Just as she had. Only with her, she was a little too smart. He’d wanted a challenge for a change. Not just an emotional female with flashing sexual buttons he pressed to make her his robot. All of them had been so predictable and easy. And the depth of their faith was never deeper than his coin or cock could purchase.
    Micah thought about Shelly. No, Sheila. Wife number seven. The only girl out of the twelve before Sarah that hadn’t worked out. They’d moved her to a psych ward when she’d fallen into depression. Micah never thought much about it before. Why had she fallen into despair? What was she so troubled about? Was it the whole rejecting her faith?
    Something told him yes. That’s exactly what it was. She tried to go back and the demons tormented her.
    Micah had thought it good in a way that his seventh wife was a bad egg in the end. The irony fit his life. The remaining of the wives lived happily married with kids somewhere. He knew that because if they defected he’d have been required to execute them. That was his duty as Husband of the Wives in their little Order.
    If he made it through all of this, he needed to check on that poor girl.
    He shook his head in wonder. Why hadn’t he ever once considered the purpose of it all? More power, yes, but why hadn’t he considered the implications of their actions, their coven’s principal? To find Christians and get them to renounce their God that he’d been told was just another power Player. If he was so harmless, why did they go through such great lengths to get humans from Him?
    Micah checked his watch and kissed Sarah’s temple. “Wake up sleepy head. I love you,” he whispered , pressing kisses along her cheek next.
    “You need to sleep,” she moaned.
    “I will. Soon.” He helped her up. “It’s going to get dark soon, we’ll go a little more and find someplace to sleep.”
    She stumbled forward. “Good. The trees are looking a lot like five star hotels.”
    Micah shouldered the bag, his kitty cuts oozing with the movement. Terror zapped his spine as a blast of wind from an arrow streaked across his cheek. Micah jerked Sarah into a full run, heading for the sound of the water he’d heard for the past hour. Dread slammed him when he reached a cliff. He looked all around for a place to hide, searching over the ledge.
    “You can’t escape the Hunter, brother. ”
    Micah jerked right. Scythe was in the trees. Hiding. Son-of-a-bitch. An arrow jetted toward him and Micah roared in pain when it slammed into his shoulder. Sarah screamed, looking around for the bastard. Fuck, this was it. He wasn’t going to let him take her. Micah yanked the arrow out, fear sending his adrenaline into overdrive.
    “Sarah,” Micah whispered.
    She looked at him, her eyes frantic. “Tell me what to do, tell me!”
    “I can’t let them take you. They’ll make you suffer and die very slowly.” Micah roared as another arrow tore through his leg. He was maiming him. 
    Sarah screamed and cried, wrapping her arms around him to protect him.
    “ Sarah, I love you.” Micah unsheathed his knife. “I’m going to do it