Gela doesn't seem to understand that he's accepted her lie. She watches him eat his dinner in silence; it feels like she's sitting both there and across the room at the same time. Anxiety crawls the length of her spine, marching like ants. She swallows and blinks.
"Okay." Her voice is faint. She can't wrap her head around the magnitude of what she's just told him and what it will mean, for her. Gela doesn't dare start to wonder what Marcus will think when he inevitably discovers the truth.
There is time to take it back—
And say what in its place? That she is a shape-shifter but not by choice, and she's putting the Gallows and its residents in danger by staying? He'll ask to her leave, or he'll lock her up and Gela doesn't want either of those things to happen. She should but she likes it here. She likes this little life.
She says, hushed, "You're the only person I've told," as if in explanation of herself, the sudden pallor in her cheeks. When she said nobody, she meant nobody.
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"Okay." Her voice is faint. She can't wrap her head around the magnitude of what she's just told him and what it will mean, for her. Gela doesn't dare start to wonder what Marcus will think when he inevitably discovers the truth.
There is time to take it back—
And say what in its place? That she is a shape-shifter but not by choice, and she's putting the Gallows and its residents in danger by staying? He'll ask to her leave, or he'll lock her up and Gela doesn't want either of those things to happen. She should but she likes it here. She likes this little life.
She says, hushed, "You're the only person I've told," as if in explanation of herself, the sudden pallor in her cheeks. When she said nobody, she meant nobody.