Chapter 8. Pray She Never Shifts

Josie's POV

I told him two nights later, at four in the morning, because he told me something first.

Hollis had given me the corner by the pot sink, and I'd started baking the staff bread there before dawn, because my hands needed something to do. He'd kept the flour in sacks against the wall, the way they'd kept it at Lowmoor. On the second night, Weston came down and sat on them.

I didn't tell him to leave. I didn't tell him to stay. I kneaded, and he watched, and for twenty minutes neither of us said a word.

"I'm going to my father at seven," he said finally. "About Margot. I'm ending it in front of her father, so nobody can say it was a rumor."

"You don't need my permission."

"I know. I'm not asking for it. I'm telling you, so you hear it