Chapter 82 Chapter

Garrick's face too was full of alarm my sudden desperate attempt to retreat and I knew that my actions alone were on the cusp of shattering our control completely. But I didn't care. I had to get away whether it meant scrambling over every damn grave in this place and risking the wrath of all that rested here. The ghosts were screaming now, panicked desperate cries that reverberated through my skull bone. "Megan?" Harper frowned, clutching at my arm. "I shouldn't have come," I whispered. "I shouldn't be here." "What is it? What's wrong?" he urged. "We have to go. Now." I let out a small whimper. Whatever it was that Harper saw in my stricken face, he clearly decided the fun and games were over. "Garrick!" Harper hissed. "End this." His brother nodded, his steady gaze fixed momentarily on me, before turning back to the Varúlfur. "Are we done here, Mr Walter?" Garrick said, raising his voice. "If so, then I suggest you all leave before I decide to claim that vic