Whelk cursed, calling the Phantom a demon from hell. Gansey's heart lurched in his chest.

"Phantom—" he gasped, eyes finally adjusting to the darkness, but only enough to see the outlines of two men. But he didn't know quite what to say. No, he didn't want the Phantom to kill Whelk, but Whelk was a risk knowing the Phantom was here. Cursing himself again, Gansey bit his lip, hating that he'd so extraordinarily fucked up.

"I'm sorry," Gansey finally rasped out, dropping to his knees from exhaustion.

"I've put you in a difficult position again."