The Harrowing Homecoming of Geela, Evil Sorceress at Large by Laura Brisbois

Author:Laura Brisbois [Brisbois, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Inkfort Press, LLC
Published: 2021-08-22T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

The Aftermath of Geela's Escape

Geela kept a sharp eye on Darkos as Carlosi brought them from room to room. He had, after all, gone all ashy and almost thrown up when they’d ported realms in the church, making Geela fear for her shoes. However, Carlosi’s warping throughout her house was so smooth, Geela was pretty sure Darkos might not have realized that they weren’t walking through anything resembling a spatially sensical building.

He blissfully walked past a window facing a forest, a window facing a street, a window facing an ocean, a window facing a snow-capped mountain. Even Geela grew a little disoriented. Carlosi was so good that Geela almost ached for her role as a teacher back. She had taught the woman for two years before inviting her to the cult, where she continued to tutor the young disciple several more years. Geela’s eye for talent had been impeccable, and she wondered now how many God-tier magic workers she could have amassed underneath her had she stuck around another decade or two.

She was still reminiscing on why she’d really left in the first place when Carlosi threw open a set of double doors leading into a glistening white room, all marble and running fountains and green ivy twining down pillars. Gentle sunlight poured through the large windows, in which cooing doves perched. It was such a calming room that Geela closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of freshly trimmed grass and the crisp outdoors, basking in the warmth.

“Geela?”

Her nose wrinkled. “One moment, Darkos. I’m basking.”

“Oh. Ah, I see.” Beside her, she heard him inhale. “It is a nice room.”

“Isn’t it?”

“I was just wondering who the kid is.”

Geela’s eyebrows pinched, and she reluctantly cracked her eyelids. “The kid?” She turned to find Carlosi standing over a large circular bed that Geela hadn’t noticed at first. Carlosi had a strange somber but gentle look on her face as she looked down at the inhabitant of the bed, and Geela audibly groaned.

“Now, how in the eighteen realms did you end up with him?” Geela pulled her eyes away from her old students as her heart jumped uncomfortably. “Wasn’t Gene planning on sending him to his family?” She massaged her temples. Somehow Vera being trapped in bloodrock for almost fifty years was less weird than Renby just lying, pale as death but peaceful as sleep, in Carlosi’s house. “Ugh, I bet his parents are dead by now anyway, aren’t they?”

Carlosi sniffed. “Yes, but not. Or, no, but—That’s not why he’s here. I mean, yes, his parents are dead. They were already getting along in years when the whole Berta nonsense went down, but they also weren’t excited about bringing him home.”

Geela couldn’t really blame them. “Must’ve been an awkward conversation.” She could just picture Gene, all broad and built, holding a very bloody Renby out to his parents. ‘Uh, we just found him like this. Take good care of him, or he’ll die. Okay, so, technically, he is dead, just not permanently. Except the only thing to bring him back would be releasing a Blood Witch, so he’ll be like this forever.

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