The Reckless Oath We Made - Bryn Greenwood Page 0,18

a girl with expensive taste, either.

“So, tell me about yourself. I think you can guess getting information from Gentry isn’t all that reliable, since he didn’t tell you about Miranda.”

Zee took a sip of her wine, and then a swallow. She had nice fingernails. Not painted, but clean, neat ovals. Good nails for scratching.

“Well, you know. My sister is Wiccan, like they said on the news. She’s part of a volunteer ministry at the prison.” She was embarrassed, which I hadn’t intended. I reached over to put my hand on hers, and she let me.

“What about you, honey? I know you’re working as a waitress. It’s the only reason Gentry would ever eat at a restaurant. Are you in school?”

“No. My sister’s taking some classes to finish her degree, but I never—I’m not good at that kind of thing.”

“Not everybody is. So, you had a motorcycle wreck? That’s how you and Gentry met?” I tried. I appreciated that she was more comfortable talking about her sister, but I felt like I deserved to know more about her, considering I’d waited two years to meet her.

“Ma’am, I—I feel like I owe you an explanation about me and Gentry. I don’t really—we’re not dating or anything. I don’t know what he’s told you and I don’t want to be rude but—”

I had to get ahold of both her hands and squeeze them before she quit trying to explain. I did my best, but couldn’t stop myself from laughing.

“Oh, honey. It’s okay. I know you and Gentry aren’t dating. I’m not sure he—I’m not sure how that would go,” I said.

“It was awkward.” Zee gave me an embarrassed smile.

Then it was my turn to be surprised, because I didn’t know there’d been dating. I’d laughed at the very idea. I let go of her hands so that we could have a drink of our wine.

“A few times, I tried to convince him to take you flowers, but he didn’t think it would be appropriate, because you might think he was pursuing you.”

“Except after we broke up or whatever happened, after I met his other family, he kept coming by my house, and where I work,” she said. I felt bad for both of them, because obviously she was confused.

“He hasn’t told you why?” I said.

She shook her head, so I took the plunge I’d taken with a few other girls: I explained about his autism, which she seemed to have figured out on her own. Then I told her about the voices he’d been hearing since he was a boy. Gawen, who was like an overgrown playmate, but a bit of a bully. Hildegard, who was pious but awfully judgmental.

“And the Witch, who is sort of Gentry’s spiritual adviser,” I said.

“Really? A witch?”

Zee laughed, which was new to me. Most people didn’t find any of it funny. She wasn’t the first girl I’d explained Gentry’s voices to. I wasn’t proud of myself, but with a few girls, I used the explanation to get rid of them. Girls who seemed needy or inclined to take advantage of his good nature.

With the Navarro girl from church, I’d had higher hopes. I’d imagined that if I explained carefully, she wouldn’t be nervous about all of Gentry’s side conversations. I was half right. She stopped being nervous, but her interest in Gentry immediately turned from romantic to pitying. Not that he noticed either way.

Of course, all those girls came along before the Witch pointed to Zhorzha in the physical therapy clinic and said, There she is. That’s the girl I’ve been telling you about.

“The Witch has been telling him for years that he has a special duty,” I said. “It turns out you’re his special duty.”

“I don’t understand,” Zee said.

“The Witch told him he was supposed to protect you, so that’s what he’s been trying to do. He didn’t mention that to you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he did. Honestly, I don’t always understand what he says. I got a C in English in high school, and we never got to Shakespeare. I wasn’t in the advanced class.”

I hadn’t been sure what I thought of her until then. She wasn’t stupid, but a lot of people won’t admit their own ignorance. I could respect that.

“Do you know what a champion is?” I said.

“Yeah. It’s like a knight who defends a lady, right? But in romance novels it’s more romantic, I guess.”

“Well, he means it in the chivalric sense. In the knightly tradition, a champion is a knight in