"You're wondering about the eyes, aren't you?"
We were locked away in Garrick's office, a small dingy room in one corner of the gym that made Josiah seem even bigger now that we were all housed in such a confined space. The room was sparsely furnished, containing two filing cabinets, one battered-looking desk and an old leather desk chair with jagged rips in the fabric. Garrick stood near the closed door and I stood next to Harper in front of the desk, craning my neck to look up at Josiah, who seemed to fill the rest of the place with his presence alone. I struggled to utter a reply, not wishing to cause any offence by my words. I was sure I must have already caused a great deal with my inability to stop staring at him. Josiah Hope had me enthralled, that much was certain. His sheer size
