With just Josiah and I in the room, it felt even more crowded and claustrophobic than it had before. I felt the shadows converging, crowding the space that Garrick and Harper had left behind as they vacated the office to stand guard outside. It had taken what seemed like an age of angry whispers and fervent arguments, before finally and reluctantly, they had relented to my insistence that I would handle Josiah's demands. The way I saw it, we didn't really have much of a choice anyway. It was either this or throw myself willingly to the baying wolves of purgatory. Josiah's eyes travelled over my wilting form and I wondered what he saw when he looked at me; what he really saw. Could he see him? Michael? It made me want to scratch ferociously at my skin just to think about him, living inside
