Chapter 36
thirty-six
Gentry
The Weavers left soon after introductions, Wren as usual promising that they would be back the following night.
Gentry nodded numbly, aware of Kit’s furious eyes on her.
She’d already explained the deal she’d made with Clea, but the country witch had barely reacted in the presence of Wren and Adrienne, merely nodding at the news.
So it made sense that he exploded as soon as Adrienne shut the door behind them. “A deal with the Weavers, Gentry, are you mad?”
Gentry flinched. “It wasn’t like I had much choice.
Clea was going to kill me if I didn’t come up with something.
I was a little surprised when this”—she gestured at the apartment broadly—“worked out. If Wren can excise my soul from Drayer’s without killing me, then it’ll be curse over.
” Her voice broke at that last part, because, really, she didn’t like her odds so far.
Kit softened, his gaze turning heart-wrenchedly sympathetic. “I should’ve gone in there with you,” he muttered. “I could’ve distracted Clea so you could have ran.”
She noted how he said distracted instead of kill.
Gentry melted. The chivalrous bastard meant he’d take the fall for her if it meant for a chance for her to get away.
Did this man not have any sense of self-preservation?
She’d imprisoned him, taken his free will away with Favors, for fuck’s sake. He had every right to want her dead.
He deserved to know the truth.
“There’s one last thing you should know,” Gentry began softly, “and it’s not good news at all. You might want to sit down.”
Kit remained standing, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“Clea had Visha’s hair and she managed to track her down to the bunker and she—” she cut herself off before she could say the word killed. “Visha’s dead, Kit.”
For a few seconds, Kit didn’t react and Gentry wondered if the witch had comprehended what she’d just told him. But then he spoke, his voice choked, “Do you know how she…?”
She shook her head, thankful that Clea had spared them both the details. “I’m sorry, Kit. I didn’t know how to tell you any of this.”
A terrible silence stretched between them, Kit’s eyes lost and so hurt that they took Gentry’s breath away. Visha had no clue how lucky she was, she thought.
Before she could reach out to comfort Kit, to apologize more about how things had played out, Kit turned around and walked out the door.
He was gone.