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Chapters (48)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT
  3. CONTENTS
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. ONE
  6. TWO
  7. THREE
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I couldn’t remember the last time we’d voted on anything. Those days were long gone. I turned to Margo. She whimpered in the corner, her baby boy cuddled underneath her chest. Zed. Born four days after Shiloh.

“Why?” I’d give anything, do anything, to prove I was worthy of his covenant. But not my baby. I wouldn’t give him my baby. Anything but that.

“We can’t question his plans. You know that, dear.” Shiloh’s face was furiously red while she screamed in his arms.

My milk spilled out of me at the sound of her, drenching the front of my dress in no time. “Please give her back to me. Let me hold my baby,” I begged him, beyond caring how desperate I sounded.

“She’s not your baby. This is the Lord’s baby.” He stared at me pointedly.

I reached my hands out. “Please, she’s hungry. I need to feed her.”

He handed her back to me, and I couldn’t help but weep. What would I have done if he hadn’t given her back? I pulled her to my breast immediately. Three weeks old today, but it was like life never existed before her. I couldn’t imagine a life without her in it.

Margo’s eyes searched mine, her mind still twisted from her difficult labor. Hers hadn’t gone well. Her pale face let me know she was still losing lots of blood. This would throw her off even more. She was too weak to handle this. I couldn’t lose her. Not again.

“We knew God was going to require a sacrifice in order for my brides to wed me. Both of you were prepared.” His words dropped like lead in our tent.

“Abner, please no.” Margo begged from her spot in the corner. She was too exhausted to move.

“It is not up to me. You know that.” He eyed both of us before exiting the tent.

“Please, we have to think of something. We have to,” Margo cried as soon as we knew he was out of earshot.

“There’s nothing we can do. You know that.”

Shiloh startled on my chest, and I moved her to the other breast. The contact grounded me. She was my light, my love.

Margo frantically shook her head, her face wet with tears and contorted in pain. “What if we left?”

The world rolled underneath me.

THIRTY-EIGHT

THIRTY-EIGHT

ABBI

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