Chapter 168

A part of me felt like this had to be a dream. This whole thing- from waking up downstairs, to finding Caelan dancing in the chapel with Lucius, to standing here staring at Josiah - felt like some kind of twisted, awful dream and yet I knew that it wasn't. Everything was too sharp, too in focus. From the taste of Caelan's blood on my lips, to the sting of my wounds, to the memory of Lucius' stricken face. Everything was just too damn real. A clatter of footsteps behind me made me flinch as if I expected Caelan to have risen from the dead but it was just Harper who appeared in the doorway, his face switching rapidly from alarm to rage when he saw the chains and shackles dangling from Josiah's hands. "Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me," he snarled, clenching his fists as he started towards the seer. "Wait, Harper!" I grabbed his arm, stepping in front of him and pushing my palm up against his chest. "Tell me you didn't do it?" he growled through gritted teeth, jabbing his finger at