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well in this environment and to see him in jeans and a t-shirt was really…odd.
    I looked at the Preacher Dom and found his black gaze unreadable. His woman returned with Tara and sat gracefully at his side, elegant hands folded in her lap and a half smile on her full mouth. He cleared his throat a little, and she immediately stood and disappeared inside their tent. Fucking mind readers?
    He stood then and I realized he 'd constructed a bow and arrow, instead of aimlessly whittling and fiddling with para-cord as I'd initially assumed. "Let's fetch supper Mr. Bane." He turned and headed toward the forest.
    Fetch supper? Was he kidding? He could hunt? I looked around then followed with my hatchet. My body hummed with fear and excitement as I took my time catching up to him. Unstable literally screamed from the man's pores, but there were things about him that made me curious. Something needed unravelling, something he was hiding. A secret. A big one.
    When I made it to his side, he brought a finger to his lips to silence me then began moving quietly through the forest. I followed behind him and we walked in stealth mode for about five minutes. How the fuck did such a big man move so quietly? Especially with all the dry leaves waiting to crackle underfoot.
    He stopped and held up one hand in a signal to halt. Pointing one finger toward something I didn't see in the ten o'clock direction, he waited in absolute silence.
    I carefully search ed the area for whatever he saw, suddenly ten years old again with my grandfather, my heart hammering with the prospect of a kill. If I'd had more opportunity to learn from my grandfather, I might have actually absorbed it all. Instead, in my hatred of my father/teacher, I ended up despising the lessons.
    The Preacher very slowly nocked his homemade arrow onto his bow and just as slowly drew it back. I held my breath when I finally saw what he was aiming for. A rabbit. Fucker had incredible eye sight. The arrow released and he paused for several seconds before turning a grin to me. "Wabbit stew."
    " You got it?"
    He stared at me, his smile gone. "Fetch."
    I stared back at him, a shit load of familiar rebellion flooding me.
    He raised his brows at me. "Bane, this is going to be a very. Very. Long week for you. Now fetch… or I'll put a bit in that rebellious mouth of yours, ride your ass, and make you fetch with your teeth. ."
    My jaw worked slowly to the left then right before I gathered years of honed control and exaggerated reverence onto my tongue. "Yes, sir."
    " Yes, my lord ," like he'd told me a thousand times to call him that.
    Motherfuck er. One breath and my stubborn skills revved to life. "Yes. My lord." I gritted my teeth and headed to find the kill. When I reached it, I stared down at the arrow through the neck of the large rabbit, pissed that he'd gotten it. Pissed that he'd gotten it with a fucking homemade bow and arrow. Pissed that I fucking envied that skill. I'd never applied myself in my father's many endeavors to make a man out of me in the wilderness. I'd rebelled out of spite and gravitated toward more cerebral pursuits. Like writing. And by the time I wished I had learned both, it was too fucking late. Bastard.
    I picked up the still warm animal and startled to find the Preacher standing right there. "Let's get something crystal clear, Bane." That ominous thunder was back in his tone, along with quick and certain death in his eyes. "God doesn't like whoremongers. Liars. And cheaters. "
    I remained silent, not acknowledging the jab, unable to resist one of my own, "And… are you God?"
    His face went slowly hard. "Blaspheme God, Bane, and I'll take you apart."
    I nodded and shrugged. "And what part of the commandments would that fall under?"
    He moved in a flash and my legs flew out from under me. I groaned and choked for air with his knee in my chest. "That would be commandment Number ONE . Thou shalt have no other Gods before me." He angled his head. "Got it?" Then