CHAPTER 84
No! It was her first thought; her second was she never thought Mr. Wilson capable of such cruelty.
Her heart dropped first, then leapt to her throat, then seemed to stop altogether as the pieces fell into place of what could have happened. There was only one possible man with a gun. There was only one possible victim, and at such a range as close as a chat, there was no way he could have missed.
Oh God, Kallias, her darling Kallias! They had not even been married a full day, and now, because of her, because she trusted the wrong man, he could be—
She couldn’t even think it; she just raced, raced as fast as her legs would take her and prayed like she never had before.
She now hated those rocks that kept the view of their spot from her; she hated every second not knowing what had happened to her beloved.
It was only then, when she was nearly there, that she thought of the gun—of her own recently acquired gun.
It sat on the kitchen table. Should she go back?
But she had meant what she had said before to Mr. Wilson.
She did not think she could take the life of another being, and especially not of one she had long considered her only friend.
How could he do this to her? How could he betray her so? Even if he thought he knew best and was protecting her, it made no sense. Unlike everyone else, he had never told her how to live. Did that suddenly become different now that he wanted her?
But it all became painfully obvious when the sea came into view. Mr. Wilson and Kallias were nowhere to be found. The water had ribbons of red, and Mr. Runington stood on the shore, eyes crazed as he scanned the water, a gun still lingering in his hand.